Our marriage was very special for me, as this man accepted me as myself,although I was so happy to be married I thought the rest of the worldshould st...p and we should only focus on each other. I misunderstood this:our own interests before getting married had to be continued, we neededthese interests to be included or we would snipe and bark at each other.Eventually I began to worry that the marriage would die.This was part of the reason for our first real fight in the marriage wherewe cleared. Melanie.She was naked. Standing with her hands stretched above her head. They were attached to rope that kept her taught and standing in that position. Her wrists were bloody from the rope. Her entire body was cut and bruised. The stick looked to be only one tool that they had used on her.Her face was matted with dried hair and blood and tears. Her one eye was blackened and her mouth was inflamed. She was sobbing. Looking down her body, I saw written in marker and lipstick words that no twelve. Multiple tours in Iraq. Multiple inAfghanistan. I could not tell you the number of exercises and conferencesand courses that had taken me away from my family over the years.They took a toll.Once upon a time, long ago, I had decided to go SOF, Special Ops Forces; Ihad succeeded. Later I had tried for more specialized units; I had notbeen selected but did not consider that rejection a failure. Simply put, Ijust didn't fit in with them. And I was okay with that. I was still me.At work.But what. I picked daisy up, I pulled her Pyjama bottoms down her thighs. She was now straddling me whilst I was stood upright.I shoved my huge throbbing hard cock inside her, she moaned, it was loud, louder than I felt comfortable with. I paused and awaited to hear any movement next door, there was nothing.I kissed her and thrust again, I could feel her struggle to hold onto the pleasure.She felt so tight, virginal in fact, i thrusted hard and deep again and felt her body quiver with joy.Her tightness.