“That’s it”, she cried as she moved her hips to the rhythm she needed to cum again, “There, oh, oh….oh!” As my hand reached back and squeezed her ass, her convulsing, moaning and grip upon my body signaled yet another climax. Once at home, again I was commanded to strip and redress. Mature sex I stopped trying. So after forty additional smacks to my already bright red ass, with my knees so weak I almost collapsed, my wife, in such a loving manner says, “Now, stay there!”
After a few minutes, she returned. All my attempts to find a way to show sincere regret and remorse and every attempt to apologize was met with distain and contempt. There I was, in black four-inch heels, thigh highs, white skirt, panties, bra and blouse. But before I knew it, my mouth, lips and face were being smeared with my hot, sticky cum.
