I sit in my room, neatly harnessed in hemp rope. Outside the paper walls I can hear my husband talking. Another voice answered him. It is the lover he caught me with earlier. I bow my head, wishing I could turn back the time to that moment I could have resisted our guest’s charms.

He is my husband’s friend visiting from New York City. Earlier I found him chiseling stone in our backyard, shirt off and golden in the sun. Our mutual attraction gave way to committing the sin of adultery in plain view of the afternoon sky.

My husband witnessed the last few seconds of our illicit coupling. He did not say a word, as his friend and I composed ourselves in front of him. Now I am tied up in my room, while my husband makes arrangements for a fitting punishment.

I hear the front door being opened. More male voices entered our home. This must be the ritual I have heard so much about: Bukkake, the traditional Japanese punishment for an adulterous woman.

My husband had gathered up the men from the village to perform this punishment on me. I shudder as my bedroom door slides open. The men wear black masks over their faces, and any effort to identify them is drowned out by my guilt. I bow my head.

“Lift your head, woman,” my husband orders.

I do as I’m told and look up at the spectacle above me. Surrounding me were cocks of various lengths and girths, moving on my face with their fists, faster and with more intensity than real life.

I am hot, the hub of anonymous sweaty male bodies pumping their members around me. I am struggling to catch my breath, moaning from the friction.

I flinch when the first drop of cum hit my cheek. It dominoes into a successive ejaculation all around me on every surface of my face. I relax my head back, letting the slippery goo remain on my face until my husband finds his pride vindicated.

The men dress and shake my husband’s hand before they leave. My husband and his friend remain with me, wiping my face clean with a warm washcloth, and loosening the rope bondage around my body.