It was the summer of 2124. I was 27. I'd been married to my wife for 7 years now, and the sex never got any worse. She's got more fetishes than most sex shops, so it's always easy to keep her entertained. One day in July, I was coming home from fucking my mistress in Missisauga to see her. I just got through the door and barely had my shoes off when she was there. She looked at me with a weird, sexy grin and I knew she wanted to try something new again. I walked past her, and I could smell pussy on her; she'd been masturbating again. I knew I was getting laid again. I took off my shirt and slacks and walked into the washroom. I did my best to wash the lipstick off my cock and make sure my breath smelled okay. I walked though the bathroom door, and on the bed, my wife was lying, on her back, holding a riding crop between her teeth. I knew she liked being spanked, but never with a leather riding crop before. During these new times, she never liked to talk much, the most sounds she ever made were moaning or begging for more. I started to get hard already as I walked toward the bed, slowly, my hands at my waist. I pushed the blanket to the side and she moved over to let me sit on the bed. By now, I didn't need to ask to know what she liked. I took the riding crop from her mouth; a medium sized leather bound stick similarly sized to a hammer with a black leather loop on the end, wide and perfect for spanking. The opposite end of the crop was wider and rounded, like a string of anal beads but without the string. I took the crop in my hand and slid it over her thigh. The cold leather made her shiver a bit, but I could tell she liked it. With my free hand, I brushed her hair back and out of her cute, dark brown eyes. I took the chance to position her the way I liked. I bent her on her knees on the bed, her head facing me and her ass in the air. I had a full erection by now and I held her hair like a handle to push her head towards me. She opened her mouth and accepted my wet, throbbing cock, taking the head and licking it with her tongue inside her mouth. She sucked on it a bit, and the pressure moved my foreskin forward slightly over the head. It felt amazing, but I knew I could push more out of her. I held her head firmly and pushed my cock deeper into her mouth, feeling her tongue slide along the bottom. Her throat sputtered out a gurgling moan and her eyes rolled; she loved this. I popped out of her mouth, trailing pre-cum and saliva as I went. I pushed back, after she had time to breathe. Her small mouth could barely fit me as she tried to open wider and I pushed a bit deeper. I felt the tip of my cock hit the back of her throat and heard a muffled gag. I pulled out a bit, still in her mouth, and then let her push in a bit more. I felt the opening to her esophagus around me, it felt strange but amazing. I pulled out again, she was breathing heavily and gasping for breath, but her light pink panties and bra were already stained with cum. She caught her breath and then I fucked her mouth harder, thrusting in and out as she tried to take all of me, barely able to breathe. I felt myself getting close. I rubbed my cock on her tongue inside her mouth and the end was so sensitive it felt as if it was on fire. I pulled out a bit, and felt her tongue over the bottom of my cock, pressing. The pressure was too much and I came, straight onto her tongue and in the back of her mouth. She felt the warm, sticky liquid fill her mouth, and she closed it and swallowed it all, looking at my eyes. I pulled out of her mouth and sat beside her on the bed, holding the riding crop in my hands. She collapsed beside me, her panties see through and sticking to her warm, tight pussy. It was time to use the riding crop. She laid beside me, exhausted, her mouth sore and sticky. I took a few minutes to catch my breath again, breathing as heavily as her. After a half hour I stood up again. I pulled her by the shoulders back into position and picked up the riding crop. The end of it functioned as a dildo, so I started with that. I rubbed the rounded end of the riding crop over her pussy, which was glistening wet and smelled like sex. I guessed that the handle to the riding crop was as long as my dick and maybe a bit less wide. I rubbed the round end over her pussy, and with a little pressure it pushed easily inside. The rounded ball shaped end went in to the edge of the next ball, which I then pushed in as well. Each time, the opening to her stretched a bit before snapping back tight when the ball was in all the way. The riding crop went in for the first 4 balls then stopped. She was gasping by now, breathing heavily and moaning for more. I pulled the crop slowly out, and each time one the marble sized balls pulled out of her, her shuddered and moaned a bit more. By the last ball, the crop popped out and she screamed to put it in again. I pushed it against her pussy and this time it pushed in easier, allowing me to thrust it a bit. The balls kept stretching and relaxing her pussy, and she was so wet that it was dripping off the handle as I fucked her with it. I pumped at the same speed for a while, as she was getting really into it, grinding her hips into the handle and thrusting in time with it for maximum penetration. She orgasmed twice, once after the handle popped out suddenly and another time after I pushed it in deepest it could go. The handle rubbed consistently on her g-spot, in circles, making her shake and scream and moan loudly. I grew bored of fucking her with the handle, so I pushed her off the crop and onto her face on the bed. Her pussy was throbbing and wide open, perfect for me. I paused, reaching into the dresser drawer for a condom, and put it on as she wheezed and gasped for air on the bed. I held the riding crop in my hand; the handle was slippery and warm from my wife's pussy, and without any warning I smacked it lightly off of her thigh. She screamed loudly but the scream turned into a moan halfway through. I whipped her other thigh immediately, and twice as hard, and she gritted her teeth and breathed, loving it. i then whipped the flat leather end of the riding crop off of her ass, hard, like she was a misbehaving horse. She lurched forward and moaned louder than she ever had, but then immediately pushed her red ass in the air and presented for more. I whipped the other side, and she shook with pleasure and pain. Her ass was stinging and red but she wanted more. She wanted me to do whatever I wanted to her. I whipped her ass quickly in rapid succession, side to side, listening to her scream and moan loudly each time. I grabbed her by her shoulders and turned her onto her back, spreading her legs in the air. I pushed my cock into her relaxed, soaking wet, silky cunt, and it went in almost all the way immediately. I began thrusting, slamming her crotch against the bed and driving deeper into her. I pushed and pulled out and pushed in and pulled out, over and over again. She was loving it, she couldn't think or see, all she could feel was her pussy and me. I suddenly whipped the riding crop off of her tits, slapping it into her hard, sensitive nipples as I fucked her. She screamed loudly again; her voice was getting hoarse from it. I kept fucking her so hard, she loved it rough, and whipping her all over her body until she couldn't handle it anymore. I felt her pussy tighten up and suddenly I felt a spray of warm cum on my cock and groin. She squirted all over me, for the second time in our entire marriage. She basically couldn't function anymore, and collapsed onto the bed face first. I threw the riding crop into the garbage bin, next to the french maid outfit and the cattle prod. That was another fetish ticked off of her list.