My husband came home tonight around 6 pm, spun me around and grabbed me from behind as he walked in the door. He put his hands over my mouth, slapped handcuffs on my wrists and said “go with it.”He pulled me upstairs to the bedroom where he pushed me backwards onto the bed straddled my pelvis, slapped my face and ripped open my shirt. He pulled my bra above my breasts and then climbed off me to pull off my panties. He lowered his pants and slapped me again on my face and a couple of times on each breast. It stung. He lifted my skirt and forcefully spread my legs with his knees and entered me before I could even get wet. After a couple of thrusts, I started to lubricate and he just kept pumping me harder and deeper until he came. Then he gave me a kiss, said “thank you dear, where’s dinner?”As he was leaving the bedroom with me wet and slimy he said “clean yourself up and come down stairs. The handcuff keys are where they always are in my night stand.” He closed the door behind him. After a few minutes I masturbated and got cleaned up. Before going down stairs I took out a deerskin flogger for a bit of turnabout. He was in the den waiting for dinner watching TV with a drink on the coffee table in front of him. He said he didn’t smell anything cooking. (That’s because I was cooking sous vide.) I took a good swing at him with the flogger and I said “go with it.” I grabbed his belt and pulled him into the kitchen, I jumped up on the kitchen table and laid back on it. I lifted my skirt and said “make me cum because you aren’t getting dinner until I do.” I love oral. We play rough sometimes.We kept smirking at each other as we had a wonderful quiet dinner and a good shiraz.