Barb had picked up a pizza on the way home and the box was stuffed in the refrigerator. I pulled it out and opened it. It was Hawaiian. I fucking hate...pineapple. She came into the kitchen while I was opening it up and I shook my head at it before closing the box and stuffing it back in the fridge irritably. We’d been together forever and she knew I hated pineapple. I took it as symbolic of the state of our marriage. The motto on our marriage should read ‘quisque pro se’ in Latin. ‘Every man for. "Poor baby," he said before following up with another half dozen vicious strokes.She was crying to herself now, not making any noise, but mutely suffering the intense pain. The whole of her bottom felt on fire.He paused again to lick her asshole, before putting some harsh strokes onto the back of her slimly muscled thighs.He stood back to examine his work; her backside and thighs covered in an insane road map of welts.He parted her legs and finished this first part of her session with some. And then the door opend up and ther she was, standing there with black latex boots with 8in heels and a black latex top with her breasts fully errect. long blonde hair that was stunning. all i could do was look at her. she stood there talking on the phone and talking to someone,,{i think it was Jenny] about what she did to me last night. then sen asked me how you doin freak? and i said im all right. i was just thinking to myself what she gonna do next...Then she brung over a chair still. She never knows how long dinner will take, sometimes she will be wiggling her slim hips for fifteen or twenty minutes before dinner goes in the oven. Sometimes I will slip quietly up behind her, and slide the tip of my aching cock along her dripping pussy, and then go back to making dinner. Once dinner is cooking, I will kiss her, and tease her, and tickle her, and lick her, and fuck her. She will usually orgasm pretty quickly, her pussy rippling along my dick with pleasure. One night, I.