Enough to bruise her ass

“Tell me your indiscretions,” I say to Rachel.

“When we were first dating, Ross and I were long distance. I got drunk at a party and made out with a guy like five years younger than me.”

Smack

“A month before Ross and I moved in together, I went out with a man 15 years older than me. He bought me dinner and I blew him in his car.”

Smack

“When we were engaged I started a Tumblr account, I would post provocative pictures that never showed my face.”

Smack

“I would answer spicy questions.”

Smack

“Men would message me and I would talk dirty to them to get them off.”

Whack

“I loved the attention and even did it while we were married.”

Smack

“I stopped the blog in 2018 though.”

I hold the belt, and ask, “Oh you stopped when you became a mother.”

She looked back over her shoulder, “No. I stopped because Yahoo ruined Tumblr. But I still did naughty things my husband doesn’t know about. I liked the idea of strangers lusting over me. So I started a secret account on instagram, where I post my running.”

I don’t hit her, “That doesn’t seem so bad. Lots of people have exercise accounts to keep them motivated.”

“Yeah, but mine are mostly of my sweaty body in tight sport bras, and tiny shorts. Stretching. Panting after a tough workout. Organically I’ve gotten over 10,000 followers. I receive the dirtiest DMs. And I reply.”

WHACK

“I’ve never met up with anyone, but I get so many offers. Everyone wants to see my tits.”

Smack

I haven’t even see her luscious tits yet. They’ve been rocking in her bra which each hit.

“But I don’t show them. I’m such a tease. Like tonight when I wore that low cut shirt just for you.”

Smack

“Ross thinks I’m a proper Christian housewife, he would never believe I’m the one who sent all those messages.”

Smack

“They say things to me that my husband never would. Filthy things that they would do to it. It turns me on so much.”

Whack

God. I want access to her account. I want to see those sweaty pictures. I want to read her dirty messages. I want to see her Tumblr. I want to see if she posted naked pictures when she was 20 years old.

This is perfect. My desire and aggression are rising even more. This is exactly what she wants. Her entire ass is bright red from all the hits with the belt. She might have a tough time sitting down tomorrow. I’m about done with the belt, but decide to ask, “Anything else you’d like to confess?”

“Yes,” Rachel whimpers. “Last March I actually set a date to meet five random guys at a cheap motel room. They were each going to get a turn with me: the sexy running mama. But I chickened out at the last minute, all the men were together in the motel room, but I never walked through the door. Not only was I unfaithful to my husband for planning a gang bang, I teased and inconvenienced five men.”

The thought of my wife doing something similar sends me over the edge. I flick my wrist and crack the belt across her red ass as hard as I can. She screams in pain and surprised.

I toss the belt and it clatters on the table. I step up behind her thin bent over body. I squeeze her cheek with my hand. She jumps with sensitivity. Her ass is so firm compared to my wife’s soft booty. I slip my hand between her legs. My fingers rub along the soft fuzz on her pussy lips. My finger parts them, and I feel Rachel’s hot wetness.

She moans loudly into the night at the pleasure of my finger, such a contrast to the pain I’ve been giving her. I slip it in a few knuckles deeper, and say, “You’re such a cunt. That was a horrible thing for a wife to do. You deserved all these spankings.”

“I did,” she whimpers. “I deserve even more.”

“You want more,” I ask. I slide a second finger into her pussy, and growl, “You have such a tight pussy.”

I massage her interior. She feels so warm, so slick, so ready for my cock. I push in a third finger. Barely. She shifts in discomfort. I ask, “How does that feel?”

“My little pussy can hardly handle it.”

“If can’t handle three fingers, how are you gonna take my fat cock?”

She looks back. Her blue eyes shows innocence but her pretty mouth speaks filth. “Your fat cock is going to destroy my little pussy. But I’m a cunt wife who deserves it. You need to punish your best friend’s wife for being such a cunt.”

Wow. She really latched onto that word. It must be a trigger for her. Something that the guys in her DMs call her. Something Ross might have said when he was blacked out.

I push down my boxer briefs. “No more belt. Time to punish you with my cock. You can scream as loud as you want. No one will hear you out here.”