Forced sex — binding and punishing wife’s udders.

Forced sex ain’t forced sex without rope and you knew exactly how you were going to use it on me, your poor wife.  All week, you’d noticed that I had been wearing extremely revealing tops, even though you’ve warned me about it.  People were talking, especially, his guy friends.  I thought nothing of your warning and continued to sport low cut tops or blouses I don’t bother buttoning up all the way.  There was even a day I went bra-less.  Can you imagine these 34F tits unrestrained?  Well, the boys in the neighborhood didn’t need to anymore.  I’d be fueling years worth of jack-off sessions after a show like this.  You’d noticed I’d become far more belligerent in recent weeks not listening, ignoring the rules, and ultimately doing whatever the hell I wanted.  It was time to remind me of the order of things.

The next thing I know, my big fat tits are out and my arms and legs are tied!

You ignore me while I demand to be released.  You actually think it’s pretty funny.  I squeal and struggle as the rope gets tied around my tits –tightly.  You wanted my milk tanks purple and at attention while you lectured me.

“So you think it’s okay to flaunt those fat meat sacks like that while you’re married, bitch?”

“It’s my body!  I’ll do what I want with it.”

“Actually,” he grinned, grabbing the alligator clips, “I’ll do what I want with it.”

I scream as the jaws cum down right on my nipple flesh.  My own husband rode my face like a jockey and pulled the chain connecting the clamps together like reins when I didn’t suck hard enough.

“You wanna act like a neighborhood slut?  So be it.” The door creaked open and tons of men from all over the neighborhood poured into our home! “Tell me how strong and independent you are with aver a dozen dicks inside you.”

Is a dirty, attention-seeking wife like me getting what I deserve?  Let me know on my phone sex line!