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With an expiry date of thirty years on my marriage certificate, the routine has begun to sink in. We still fuck, but there is not much in the way of regularity or mutual excitement and desire. Mind you, I love my husband, he is sweet, takes good care of me, but after thirty years of marriage, there are no more surprises. I have never cheated on him, I have no desire to, and I am convinced that John has not either. It’s just a bit jaded between us. When I come home from work, the table is set, dinner is served, and then we go into the kitchen together to tidy up. Every day is the same, except on Saturdays, when we eat bread. Saturday is our bread day. Sunday is the day, He then comes and sits on his knees next to me on the bed and lets his hands move over my body under the blankets.

And then once every two or three weeks we eat the sandwiches half an hour later. And I have to say very honestly, it’s also because of me. I’m a little tired of John’s good-naturedness and caring. It may sound crazy, but if John turned off the TV on a weeknight and dragged me to the bed, I’d have a wet cunt before we even got upstairs. I think that’s it, I miss a bit of initiative from my guy.

The games in the marital bed also leave nothing to be desired. John is always licking and sucking my clit, and then he expects me to play with his balls, run my tongue over his penis and then stick his cock in my pussy. It’s still nice, but….. The predictability also kills a bit of my enthusiasm. A different position or a time in the kitchen, it just doesn’t happen between us.

Usually I keep track of the mail, both the real mail and the email. In the evening, I turn on the laptop and while John is watching some kind of program, where he always gets stuck after the news, I do the mail. There are quite a few advertising e-mails, such as Groupon and Hotels, some google notifications and forwarding e-mails with sometimes nice movies or PowerPoint presentations. One evening, an advertising e-mail came from an online lingerie site, which I clicked on and was forwarded to the site. The offer was so large that several pages were required, and with the stupid click through, I had probably just clicked next to the page number. A new window opened and in it, there were actually only porn sites.

It was a site with all sorts of little preview images of what you could expect to see on that link. Here, my eye was drawn to a picture of a not-so-young woman lying wide-legged on some kind of table and her pussy shaved completely. Her face had that red color of a woman in excitement, but her pussy lips were fire-red, and you could clearly see the saliva between her labia. The thing that excited me in this picture was the fact that there was a belt on this woman’s pussy lips, and I realized that she was being beaten on her pussy.

I spontaneously felt my own pussy getting wet.

How would it feel if they hit me on my pussy? It would hurt, I think, but the woman looked like she really enjoyed the spanking. Since that night, I started to search the web little by little for what could be found in this area. I was really amazed that there is so much porn, but also rubbish, on the internet. In my enthusiasm, I of course sometimes clicked too much and the whole laptop crashed, after which John had to reinstall the whole thing. After this, I became more cautious about just clicking and ended up on a site where you could see these kinds of films. I put in my earphones and turned up the sound. There was a naked woman of my age (about 50) lying on her back on the dining table, her legs spread wide and her pussy was completely bare. I heard her telling the man in the video that her pussy was so itchy, and whether he could do something about it.

The woman raised her lower body.

The man said that he had a wide leather belt and that he could beat the itching out of her pussy. The woman raised her lower body for a moment and, with playful negativity, she said that he would not be able to do that. This was actually a kind of game, which I would also like to play. In the video, the woman continued to challenge, whereupon the man let the wide leather belt fall with a soft blow over her labia. I saw the woman clearly jerk in pain, but her pussy immediately came up again. Her eyes began to glaze over, and she sneered at the man whether this was the best he could do. Then the man hit a little harder, and again the woman’s pussy rocked upwards. This game went on for a while, but I saw that the man regularly slid his fingers through the woman’s cunt, and in doing so his fingers came out wetter and wetter.

The man changed his position and was now standing next to the woman and now you could clearly see how the woman’s pussy was being touched, as you could see the man hitting her between the legs. I heard the woman moaning and still she was beating the man and challenging him to hit her harder. Her pussy lips were already flaming red, and I heard excitement in the woman’s panting. Now the game of challenging was over and she cried out that she was about to cum, that her cunt was on fire and that he had to finish it now. The man now stood on the woman’s left side, let the wide belt tap her swollen labia for a moment with his right arm, and then lashed out. Crying, the woman grabbed her cunt with both hands, squeezed her legs together, rolled sideways and cried out that she was coming.

I was watching and listening to this, and my hand slipped between my legs. I felt a wet spot in my shorts and wanted to finger myself. John was still sitting on the sofa and had no idea what I had been looking at. I found it hard to remove my hand from my crotch and get my breathing back in order. I had clearly seen that the woman in the video was in pain, yet she was cumming from it. I wondered if this was something that could also happen to me. And if so, how could I get John to do it? On the one hand, it excited me, but on the other, I wanted John to do it with me. In my uncertainty about how and when I would be able to get John to do this, I added the page address of this video to my favorites. That evening, we fucked again for a long time. John was very surprised.

The other day I looked at the hair on my pussy.

The other day I looked at the hair on my pussy and saw that I had only kept the bikini line up properly because I went swimming twice a week and I found it annoying when some hairs would slip under the edge of my swimming costume. I took the plunge and grabbed John’s beard trimmer, set it to a very short shave and shaved my pussy almost bare, leaving only a little stubble. I soaped my pussy well with shaving foam and shaved my box completely bald. I thought it felt strange. I smeared a bit of Nivea-soft over my labia and felt the oily coolness, and then got dressed.

I went looking in the house and found an old-fashioned ruler in the attic. A wooden ruler with a hole in it and on the drawing side one of those protective metal strips. Just the thought of what I was going to do made my pussy wet. I took off my jeans and pulled down my bikini bottoms. I sat down on the edge of the office chair, spread my legs and looked at my pubic mound and lips. I saw a little drop of horny skin shine between my lips and pulled myself together. I wanted to know, and I let the flat side of the ruler come down on my labia with a soft tap. I didn’t really feel much of this, but the excitement of what I was doing made my pussy water. I let the ruler come down a bit harder and felt a slight pain, and I automatically closed my legs.

After a few moments, I felt my vulva start to glow.

I spread my legs again and spanking my pussy a little harder. I find it hard to describe, but despite the pain, a few seconds after the tap, I felt my pussy glow brighter. A kind of intoxication came over me. It actually hurt quite a lot, but still my pussy was on fire. For a moment I rubbed my fingers between my labia and indeed felt the slickness run between my fingers. With my left hand, I opened my pussy lips and pushed my sebaceous membrane forward a little. Would I dare? Would I tap my clit with the ruler? I was very hesitant, and the fear of the pain in my clit made me shiver a little.

But I could feel my pussy dripping.

The lust ran between my vulva and my anus. The hot glow in my pussy made me decide to take the gamble. With my fingers, I pushed my clit as far forward as possible and let the ruler land with a soft tap on my cunt. Just like when I had hit myself on my labia for the first time, now my legs closed and I had to rub my clit. It hurt quite a lot, but after a few seconds, my clit started to glow. I could hardly keep my lower body still and felt that my orgasm was coming.

I pushed my clit forward again and gave myself a few more slaps with the wooden bar. I admit I didn’t hit very hard, but I felt my orgasm coming through the intense glow which now surged through my whole pubic area. I felt my pussy start to cramp and rubbed my fingers wildly through my wet slit. I slid along my clit and felt myself coming. Hot, my orgasm washed through me and made me jerk on the chair. After a series of violent orgasmic spasms, I calmed down a bit and looked at my pubic area. My pussy was red, but not as red as the woman in the film and I wondered if the orgasm would be more intense if they would hit my pussy a bit harder.