All week Bev has been antsy and nervous. It was like she hadn't told me everything about last Saturday. Tonight she finally broke down and told my why. We were sitting in the family room after dinner watching some mindless show on the TV and I couldn't take it any longer.
"Babe, what's the matter?"
"Nothing."
"Yes, there is. Ever since last Saturday you've been jumpy. I know you're holding something back. You know there's nothing you could have done that would make me mad at you. You only went there because I wanted you to."
She didn't say anything for a long time. I could tell she was getting up the nerve to tell me. I was really scared that it was something horrible. Like she was going to leave me for Sam or Bob or Jan or maybe all of them.
Bev stood up and reached for my hand. She pulled me up and said, "I need a hug." I started to put my arms around her and she turned around and backed against me. I wrapped her in my arms and held her tight.
We stood like that, watching it get darker and darker outside. Finally she said, "Something happened last week."
"It's OK honey. Whatever it is you're stuck with me for life." She almost cried when I said that. I didn't press her. I knew she needed time to figure out how to say what was on her mind.
"They whipped me." I started to cuss them out, but she put a finger on my lips. So I just hugged her tighter.
After some minutes she said, "...it." So softly I only heard the last word. I waited for her to say more.
"Did you hear me?"
"No, honey. You were talking too soft."
"I said I liked it."
"What do you mean?"
"I came when they were whipping me. It hurt, but it felt good at the same time."
"You came while they whipped you? But you said you were cumming almost constantly, all night long. In those circumstances everything that happened caused you to cum. That doesn't mean you liked it"
"I know I was cumming all night. But what if I just like being whipped?"
I know there are some people that like pain. But not my wife. "Honey, you're not like that."
"How do you know?"
That stopped me. How do you know whether or not someone likes being whipped? How do you spot someone who likes having other guys fuck his wife?
"Do you want to go back and let them whip you again?"
"No! I'm done with them. I'm so ashamed of what I did I could never look any of them in the face again. I'd be too embarrassed. They all whipped me and I begged them to do it."
"Then what do you want to do?"
It came out in a whisper again. I could barely hear her. "I want you to whip me."
"Honey" I gasped, "I couldn't do that. I could never hurt you."
"I've read your journal and I know how much I've been hurting you by fucking and sucking other guys. I just want to try it and see what it does to me."
"Babe, the hurt I've been feeling was brought on by my own desires. Not because of the things you've done. You haven't done anything I didn't want you to do, except the whipping part. I don't like that. Besides, the hurt I've felt is just in my head."
"I've been doing what you wanted because I wanted it too. This is my desire. I want you to whip me. I want to feel the pain again."
How do you answer that? I didn't know what to say. Bev pulled away from me, "Wait here." and left the room.
It had gotten dark outside and the only light in the room was from the TV. Bev walked in and turned on the lights. She was wearing her big fluffy robe. I groaned when I saw she was carrying a belt. She walked up to me and gave me a little kiss. She held the belt out to me, "Please?"
I didn't want to take the belt. She looked in my eyes, "Please. For me?" I took the damned belt from her.
Then she turned around and took off her robe revealing her lovely body. She leaned over the arm of the couch and offered her ass for me to beat. Neither of us said anything for a long time. I was about to tell her I couldn't do it when I noticed her pussy was wet.
In a way it made me mad that she was turned on waiting for me to whip her. Without thinking I swung the belt and struck her ass. "Yes!" exploded from her mouth. I took another swing.
For some reason it felt good. Swinging that belt and smacking her ass. Seeing the red stripes across her ass. Hearing the leather hit her flesh. Goddamnit it felt good.
I whipped her ass, hard, ten or fifteen times. I didn't stop until I heard her scream. "I'm cumming! I'm cumming! I'm cumming!"
I stood there amazed at what I had done. "Don't stop. Please don't stop. Whip me again."
I'm not proud to say that I did it. I gave her ass another fifteen or twenty blows with that leather belt. Every time the belt bit into her ass she came more. By the time I stopped all of her ass was a bright red.
I ripped my pants open. My cock was burning with desire to fuck my wife. I moved behind her and shoved my cock all the way in her. Slamming my belly against her burning ass inflamed me further.
In no time, I filled her pussy with scalding hot cum. But that wasn't enough; I was still hard and needed more. I pulled back and growled, "I'm going to fuck your ass." She didn't refuse me, but I heard her whimpering. That added to my lust. I put my cock head against her little asshole and shoved with all my might.