I was both frightened and aroused by Brad's roughness. It was so raw, so natural. I felt like an animal. He was squeezing my breasts, bruising me, actually, but I revelled in the pain he caused.

My arousal had caused such production of lubricant I was staining the sheets on which we sat - I felt it seep from me.

Brad's penis was huge, larger by far than his fathers. I had hardly seen that as we made love in the dark and always missionary style.

In fact - I found it rather unsatisfactory and seldom reached a climax myself before my husband finished, rolled off me and fell asleep.

I usually finished the job myself - envisioning sinful things as I did. Now I can admit to myself that I often imagined myself in Brad's arms.

Now - here I was - really in his arms, kissing passionately, his hands exploring between my thighs which open shamelessly for him.