Bend overBend overTwo weeks ago I came home early from my office.First thing strange I could note, the front door was wide open. There was some dust floating in the air and also a weird smell around.I thought we had been robbed. It struck me, thinking that my wife Ana was home alone during my absence. I called out her, but got no answer.I looked inside the living room… and stumbled upon her. She was there; face down onto the coffee table, with her hands and legs handcuffed to it, her bare round ass up in the air, with a pillow tucked under her tummy.”Ana!”She moaned. I ran towards her and saw she was gagged and blindfolded. I could see she had been fucked, no doubt at all. Even at first sight, she had been taken in all ways a woman could have been. Semen was on her face and hair, running down through her cheeks and chin. I undid the leather belt and pulled the gag out of her mouth.”Honey, what happened to you? Are you hurt???”Anita spat out a mouthful of white liquid that only could be semen.”I’m fine, please, untie me, dear, please.” She whispered.I tried to pull the handcuffs. Then I noticed a key on the nearer TV table, grabbed it and tried freeing her hands, but the key did not fit. I güvenilir illegal bahis siteleri moved around, trying to free her legs, causing me some shock to observe the whip lines all over her back and her ass cheeks. Semen was drying on my wife’s lower back, leaking down between her round firm buttocks. Her open pussy was very swollen, red and wide gaping, letting go some yellow spunk from inside. Her asshole was also gaping and leaking. She had been brutally sodomized, out of the question. “Oh, please, honey, don’t look at me” she begged, but I already had seen it.”Anita, my love, what happened?, Who has done this to you?”She yelled at me, begging no more questions. I jumped to the cuffs again.”Where are the keys, dear? I cannot find them””I don’t know, honey, I really don’t know.”… She said. “May be in the bathroom.”I ran there. Across the floor were some rags of Ana’s underwear. Her bra was still complete, but her panties were torn to pieces, as well as her sheer stockings; the crotch was ripped and had semen stains all over. On the sink and in the shower were several used condoms. Red lipstick was smeared all over the mirror, with some fingerprints, lip marks güvenilir bahis şirketleri and some vertical traces. She had also been fucked there inside.Having found no keys, I returned to the room and looked all over. My thoughts were rushing. Had been she fucked against her will? I imagined other man leaning against my sweet wife face with a hard cock, covering her mouth entirely, gagging her, filling her throat with his thick semen.Was that before or after he had whipped her? When Ana was getting punished, was he fucking her pussy, too? Was that bastard enjoying a deep fuck in her asshole as he whipped her? Had she screamed loud in pain or pleasure? Too many questions really; she seemed trying not to answer for some reason.”Anita, I cannot find the keys,” I said, walking towards her. “Are you OK?””I’m OK, dear, don`t worry” she mumbled.”May be I could break the table.”I knelt there. Now her firm ass was under my nose. May be I did it intentionally. Red slap prints were there, yellowish semen has dried up in streaks. Her ass was really a mess. She closed her tights and I could see just a little bit of her pussy. “What are you doing over there?””Trying to break the table,” canlı bahis şirketleri I said. “Please honey, be careful…” she recommended.Finally, the wood broke and my sweet wife Ana was free.She stood up almost instantly. She lost balance and I had to grab her by her waist. Blushing, she left for the bathroom.”Ana, are you going to tell me what happened?” I demanded, following her. She entered the bathroom and shut the door behind her. “I’m fine. Go outside.””Anita, please!!! Are you fine? Tell me what happened to you.””Nothing happened” She snapped from inside. “I just got a dildo fucked into my ass. What…, are you afraid I was ****d? “I wasn’t, don’t worry honey. Now I need to do something, so leave me alone.””What?? You were not ****d?” I yelled. “Not fucked in your asshole, not filled your mouth with someone’s cum, not punished by a whip???…And what happened? Is this the way you fuck yourself, honey? It felt good???”She just added, “Please, dear, I do love you. I’m fine. Please go outside.”She opened the door, looked at me very sadly and turned to the sink. She was still nude. I could note her body smelling of sweat and semen. Her breasts and ass cheeks had red slap marks all over them, and some wet spots. She had been whipped, chained, fucked and sodomized when I was at work during the early afternoon and probably she had loved it, or maybe she hadn’t.She was my loving wife. She was in control and I knew that she never would explain me details of what had happened to her that afternoon.