Defiantly His... Again...

So I guess you could say my story starts with me having the most boring marriage. I’m 43 and married to Mark for twenty years now, but we’ve always been okay. Never great lovers or anything, not like there was ever a need for spice. Then one night he comes home from work looking at me differently. Like... he can’t believe it’s still just us in our small town house. He looks... excited? Next thing I know, he tells me we’re going to be playing this roleplay game. The rules are strict and weird: I’m a prostitute he picked up on the street corner. He doesn’t like my attitude at first but then he gets rough with me, slaps me around, curses... He ties me to a chair and takes his time... undoing all of my clothes... I had no idea what hit me... This side of him was completely different from anything I’ve seen before. As the night progressed, it wasn’t just roleplay anymore; it was real, in every way that matters. Ellipses are a sign I’m about to get graphic here, so brace yourself. He begins by spanking my ass until it’s red and warm... then he strips off his clothes too and slides inside me slowly at first... We move as one, him pushing harder, faster, deeper... His fingers find my clit and start rubbing roughly while still pumping into me relentlessly... I can barely keep up with all the sensations. That night was like nothing else in our relationship. I know this isn’t something we do regularly, but it’s become a thing, every now and then when he feels the need to let loose... And you know what? Neither of us wants to stop. ... So yeah... maybe my marriage wasn’t as boring as everyone thought it was...