He saw her bit her lip and tense ready for the pain. He pulled off his Jeans and boxers letting the suspense build. Then he doubled over the belt and...snapped it across her bottom. He did it again and again, faster and harder relishing in the pink marks that appeared on her skin. He dropped the belt wanting to feel her and begun spanking her with his bare hand. His gripped his cock as he did and watched as cum started to ebb from the tip. Isla skin stung from the spanking, the experience made. Ana finally ordered me to go down and wait for Simon and Stephen.I could only take small steps; but I managed to go downstairs.A while later I heard a car pulling into our driveway.Both black men came in and I said that my wife was waiting for them upstairs. They opened their eyes in surprise, as they saw me naked and with my thighs tied and closed.I locked the front door and went into the kitchen to fix some snacks.Just as I entered our bedroom, both guys were on the bed with my wife, each. Harold had been a part of the farm for as long as he could remember. His father had served in the Vietnam War with him and they were as close as brothers. When the final car left and he had the house to himself, he pulled his father’s truck out of the garage and took a drive around the farm. His father did this each night as a way to get a feel for how the farm breathed. He had long believed that this land was like a living creature, and if you listened just right, she’d tell you a lot. So it. Her lipstick, part of her make up that I'd brought to her for her use. They had fucking stuck it up her arse. It was there, quivering with her buttocks as they clenched in agony. Several long red weals crossed her bare bottom...Then my dreams got confused again. I saw the young guy laughing at me as he mock-spunked my Mom's underwear. I saw him as he'd chatted her up before, in the hotel bar. I got images of him naked with her, in her room. His dusky young body between her legs, his cheeky face.