I couldn't believe that I had done this to myself, but there was only one way out - the key! I crawled to the second container, after fumbling in the ...ark for five minutes and repeated the same procedure as before with the same results, no key!As I crawled to the third container I was mad at myself for having come up with this stupid idea and even shouted at myself on the tape recorder to shut up. The third and fourth containers also brought no relief. I imagine an hour had to have passed by. His hard dick slid easily into my wife's wet pussy. The man started out slow then picked up speed. After a minute I realized this man was fucking Anna really hard, almost like a grudge fuck. He was pounding away on her and showing no mercy. Anna was holding him tight and moaning loudly. Watching this man fuck my wife made my cock so hard it was starting to hurt. The other two men must have felt the same as they had their cocks out and were stroking them. The savage pounding this man was giving. She was looking down at me as she kissed her lover deep and full on the mouth, his hands exploring her ass. It was then I knew that she wasn't the least bit regretful of what her boyfriend was doing to me. That, just the opposite, she wanted it as much, if not more, than he did.* * * I guess I hardly need explain that it was the worst night of my life. My wife was upstairs fucking another man in our bed while I lay in the basement waiting for my balls to die. Because now I understood that's. Her suavely cut brown hair just touched her shoulder blades. Before each session, she was gracious and patient. I’d been seeing her every week for nearly three months, and her presence was hypnotic to me. Even though she would whip me very hard, until I even screamed sometimes, felt it was my pleasure to endure these beatings because I loved and admired her so much. Somehow, I knew she tortured me because she really loved me and I wanted to be worth of that love. Mistress walked right up to.