His pain/pleasure threshold tweaked as rough bark poked his soft cheek, splinters irritating his lips. Thick rope slung around the tree, biting into sweaty wrists, adding to the vulnerability he felt being naked from the waist down.

None of that matched the hot shame of being exposed, cock leaking, pre-come pooling in the underwear around his ankles, mixing with the lube dripping off the strap-on being plunged into his virginal hole.

“What’s wrong, darling?” his wife asked sweetly, a wry smirk adorning her flushed face. “You’ve been asking me for anal for years. You were right, I do love it!”