Sandra told me to push my bed closer to join them up, and I soon perked up as she leaned across to embrace me. She then turned back to Phil who was al...eady massaging her pussy below the sheet, and the two of them got down to business - Phil on top naked, Sandra guiding him in and letting him ride her like a stag in heat. He did not last long, though they both made plenty of noise; I could see him tense as his cock spouted his first juices of the night, then rolled off with an air of macho. During the interval between my work duties, I summoned her to our bedroom and instructed her to strip.My wife complied immediately and got on all fours, whereupon I then delivered two dozen lashes with the riding crop on her ass and then ordered her to stand with her hands above her head. Her large 38 F (they've naturally grown again) breasts were then whipped a dozen times, six on each breast, with at least two strikes on her very sensitive nipples.I then instructed her to suck me to full. He regained his balance and stooped to raise his underpants. As he was finishing with his jeans, she ran past into the kitchen. She returned to the john with a glass, and he could hear continual spitting.“You don’t taste all that good, you know,” she said. Well, it had been her idea. He hadn’t objected; he had, indeed, enjoyed it, but he hadn’t asked for it.“Sorry about that. Next month I won’t force you like I did this time.”“Okay, it was my idea. I wasn’t saying it wasn’t. It’s just that you. I took a deep breath and bared the pain. He was pushed up against my ass - his whole cock inside me but I felt no pleasure. He started pumping in and out, first slow and then picking up to a rapid pounding. Only he couldn't fully penetrate me, so it was more of him continuously poking my asshole. It was the most painful, worst sexual experience I had ever had. When he finished, we rolled over next to me, panting and smiling as if he had done something great. I thought to myself, how can this.