Brad was quite brutal, driving himself into me so that I cried out in pain. He wouldn't - or couldn't stop and neither could I, we were totally out of control.

Suddenly Brad grabbed my legs and raised them, doubling me up. It meant he was even deeper in me and had total control.

His face was contorted and he grit his teeth as he well- fucked me - I can't think of any other way to describe it.

I grasped the bedding as he grew more and more violent. The small bed shook with our excertion - to my shame, I felt a climax start. I had not achieved orgasm with my husband only alone, through masturbation, but I knew the feeling.

This, however was a hundred times stronger. It seemed to grow and grow until I prayed for release.