Chapter 393 Dark Trilogy:>The Cheating Wife:>>Ep8

• That night I found out how thin the line between love and hate can be. In the time it took me to listen to that afternoon's tape I went from worshiping the ground that Helen walked on to wanting to put my hands around her throat and squeezing until she turned purple and died. But prison did not appeal to me (I had been there and done that and did not want to do it again) so I forced myself to put on a calm front while I figured out what to do about the situation.
• The rage had to go somewhere and where it went was into the head of my dick. When I got in bed with Helen that night I just grabbed her and took her. No foreplay, no hugs, no kisses, just slam it into her and fuck. I wanted to hurt her; I wanted to punish her and somehow my cock understood that. I couldn't cum! My cock wouldn't let me. I stayed hard and slammed it into Helen. Ten, fifteen, twenty minutes went by and I kept pounding into her. She was yelling, crying, moaning and holding onto me so tight that I couldn't have gotten away from her if I had tried. The next day I had bruises on the backs of my legs where her heels had drummed and I had claw marks all over my ass cheeks and back.
• Finally, gasping for breath, I came and wonder of wonders, Helen came at the same time - a first in our marriage! After lying next to each other and gasping for breath for several minutes Helen said, "What was that all about?"