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Fun With My Wife

... perspiration. SWAT! I gave her a stroke that was literally as hard as I could muster. As soon as it landed, I was afraid I had gone over the limit, but she hardly responded. I thought for sure this was the end of it, and I wasn't really sorry to be done. I had other ideas for the balance of our kinky session, and I was ready to drop my belt and move on. "Had enough then?" I asked, convinced that she would agree. Instead, I received a sharp, sarcastic reply: "I didn't hear anybody say UNCLE yet!" she spoke clearly, as she held her position and waited for me to deliver. "Just keep whipping me, and I'll tell you when to stop," she instructed, in no uncertain terms. I was shocked, to be honest, but she made her wishes crystal clear, and I felt it was my job to see them through to the end. From that moment on, I didn't hold back. Stroke after stroke, I reared back, rose up on my tiptoes and brought my belt crashing down on her vulnerable ass: SNAP! WHACK! WHACK! SLAP! THWACK! SWAT! Again and again, I reveled in turning her quivering ass cheeks a crimson red, even as I noticed one of her hands found its way between her legs, and was fingering her clit feverishly. She groaned like a woman possessed as she thrashed about on the bed and worked herself up to a veritable electric climax, even as she couldn't bring herself to ask me to stop beating her with my belt: SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! I kept at it until I saw her tensed body collapse and go limp, and then I slowed down ...

... the pace and administered softer and softer strokes, until her hand went up to acknowledge that she was quite spent in more ways than one. Finally she turned her head to the side, and whispered the word: 'Uncle'. I was completely exhausted myself, but I had the not so small matter of a raging hard-on to consider, and I considered my options carefully. My mind was literally racing through a thousand possible scenarios at this point. My wife was quite conservative sexually about 95% of the time, but she has been known to allow her wildness to manifest itself on rare occasions. This was one of those times, and I wanted to take full advantage of her willingness to express her kinkiness. After gently rubbing her hot pink buttocks with a soothing balm, I decided to calm things down a bit. I remained silent, and I contented myself with listening to my wife's breathing as it slowed down and got back to normal. I wondered what she might be thinking at the moment, but I didn't want to ask and disturb the tranquil mood. Instead, on impulse, I quietly blurted out: "I want to use my belt on your pussy." I received no response. Nothing. Just silence. Damn, I thought…I've taken it too far again. I will never fucking learn, will I? Just when things are finally going my way, I have to blow it! As I continued to find new ways to berate myself, she rolled off the pillows that were under her pelvis, dropped them to the floor, and switched to lying with her back flat on the bed. I watched as she ...