Christian was no longer Serena’s husband, he was just an instrument for her to satisfy herself, to trigger the release of the lust that flooded her body. She had no concern if she was inflicting pain as she grabbed him by the hair and forced him down. Before he could speak she had forced her mound against his mouth and began to ride his face, rubbing herself up and down, feeling the hot wetness of his tongue alternating with the roughness of his stubble.<br/><br/>Serena descended into a trance-like state, concentrating on stimulating her body into the pleasure-filled rapture she craved. Her breathing was ragged and came in a rhythmic series of grunts. Christian hadn’t objected to his wife’s demands, even being willing to consume his own seed, but this was lost on Serena, she was only thinking of herself. Serena’s efforts were finally rewarded, she could feel her release starting to build, her stomach muscles contracting and her legs beginning to shake. Christian managed to utter some encouragement to cum but it went unheard as Serena’s climax exploded. “Ugghh… Shit!” she cursed as she convulsed, mashing her sex into her husband's face, trying to extract every ounce of pleasure.<br/><br/>Finally, the spasm subsided. Both husband and wife were left panting from their excursions. Serena stumbled back and looked down at Christian. His face was red and coated with her excretions. Looking further down she saw his flaccid manhood. For the first time in her life, she thought how pathetic he looked. “I need to get some sleep…,” she said in a matter of fact tone and left the bathroom returning to their bed. Serena did need some rest. Having rampant sex three times in a day was an exhausting experience.<br/><br/>As Serena lay, basking in the soporific afterglow of orgasm, she reflected on the events of the day. Her most striking thought was her lack of regret of guilt about what she had done and how quickly she had gone from a faithful wife to a cheating liar. But even confronting that thought brought no remorse. Finally, she drifted off to sleep, lying naked on the bed still coated with her husband’s and her own secretions.<br/>