Marty’s Punishment
I’m punishing my husband again tonight.
The ostensible reason is a completely fabricated flaw in his housekeeping. But the truth is I’m just a viciously sadistic b***h. I simply love to watch him suffer. It turns me on more than anything else ever.
I came home from ‘work’ and discovered a phantom speck or two of lint on the living room carpet.
Actually I was out cuckolding him all afternoon, getting wonderfully f****d by a twenty year-old stud who’s built like a god and hung like a horse and has the stamina of a rampaging bull. In any case, I screamed curses at Marty in his ridiculous little lace-trimmed apron (which I force him to wear of course), grabbed him by the ear and dragged him down to the basement, which I long ago converted into our own private torture cha
