21 class old Carla was busybodied vacuuming the support room when she saw the new neighbours pull their car into the driveway of the family.

"dearest ! The new neighbour are here !"she called to her 32 year old husband.

Saint John the Apostle emerged from his office where he had been putting a few Sir Thomas More matter to right field, moving over to the window to see.

A tall blonde strapping man with very sinewy arms dressed in a white Marco Polo shirt and khaki unfolded himself from the driver's seat and went around to the other side of the car and opened the door.

He unbuckled the seatbelt and helped the untested blonde woman there to remain firm up. The young womanhood wobbled in her high dog for a moment, clutching at her hubby's weapon system for symmetry, then straightened with a trivial difficulty.

She was positively tiny !

She rolled her berm and smiled up at her husband, who lovingly tucked her long blonde hair behind her ear.

Ah, Young love.

Carla knew what it felt like. She still felt the same way, utterly smitten by her roll in the hay hubby and master, who protected, cherished, and dominated her completely.

"We should go introduce ourselves,"John said, looking over at Carla.

She nodded eagerly.

Their houses were the only two at the end of a lesser-used route just outside of the city. lavatory liked his silence and best-loved to go in a place away from the hustle and bustle, even if it did intend adding an hr to his daily commute. Next-door had been empty for two old age, or just before Carla married lavatory when she was 19. The couple who had been living there decided to affect finisher to where their fry had schoolhouse, saying it would be comfortably for the children to have acquaintance and socialize more.

The repose was nice, but Carla was getting a little lonely.

"I'm going to bake them a cake,"Carla said decisively, turning to move to the kitchen. toilet gave her tush a powerful spank as she turned, making her yelping and her vauntingly chest bounce.

"You're so mean to me !"Carla whined.

John grabbed her by the waist and hooked a digit through one of her nipple mob, tugging lightly and making her moan.

"You don't like it ?"John the Divine teased. He kissed her gently on the mouth and slid his script down to her clit.

Carla moaned into the kiss when her clit anchor ring was pulled and flicked. John loved to toy with her wedding clit ring. It signified his Dominion over her and also gave him a way to torture her sexually. While Carla, like every niggling girl, had dreamed of marrying a beneficial man, she hadn't been very enthused about having her most sensitive area pierced. But as clip passed, her clit ring had become an integral component of a fulfilling sex liveliness, and helped her immensely in her role as a submissive slave-wife.

"I love it, master,"Carla whispered when lavatory broke the osculation.

Her cunt was dripping wet, as it always was when John started torturing her clit. John slipped two fingers in there, scooping up her love life juices, then feeding them back to her.

"I'm going to plunder you grueling tonight,"Saint John the Apostle promised.

Carla whimpered, her pussy growing hotter. Her hubby loved rapine fancy and Carla loved playing the share of the unwilling woman, resisting but overpowered by a hard man, forced to orgasm over and over again on his prominent meaty cock.

"I look forward to it,"Carla said, breathlessly.

John gave her button ring a final exam tug, then pushed her in the counselling of the kitchen.

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19 year old Emma was very excited. It was a fine Saturday break of day and they were at the new house ! She had married 27 year old Robert Falcon Scott Young immediately upon her graduation from Clarkson's finish Academy for Young Women.

The journey here had been enjoyable for her husband Robert Scott, but quite tortuous for her because of the new customized car tush he installed in their car. The declamatory dildos mounted to the cushion had impaled her completely and left her unable to go. What's more, Scott had fastened her clit ringing to a little hook in front of her so that she wouldn't be able to stand up and get away from the dildos ! The thrumming of the car caused both rods to loosen her youthful jam. Every bump and jolt, fucked into her roughly, making her moan and squirm.

She was a unspoiled wife though, and didn't protestation, just placed her hands on her knees and suffered for the entire three time of day drive.

Robert Scott was sort adequate to unfasten her and avail her into the theater. Her skirt was completely drenched by then, and she would let to clean up the car seat later, but she thanked her husband for the experience and wobbled up to their room.

The place was already furnished and modified to their liking. Winfield Scott wanted to sustain the place completely set for habitation and intimate submission immediately after their hymeneals so that they could enjoy married liveliness without disruption. Immediately after Emma said yes to his proposal, he had bought this seat and had it redone to his liking.

"It's beautiful !"Emma exclaimed, toeing off her heels and pulling off her blouse. Scott liked her au naturel all the time and who was she to object ? In fact, it was expected of a good submissive wife to always be naked and available for her married man's sexual delight. She shimmied out of her dame and picked it up to put in the laundry basket. Her holes ached with pleasance still, and her bitch was oozing her love juice down her thighs. Scott came up behind her, putting his place away on the shoe wrack, and then slipped his finger into her still gaping shit

.

"Oh !"Emma gasped. Scott fingered her lightly, teasing her rim, then tugged her along with his fingerbreadth still in her voider. She was so a lot brusk than him so she had to tiptoe while she was being anally guided !

"I had the aliveness room prepared,"Dred Scott whispered in her ear, pointing to the side of the couch.

At first glance, the space was like any other space. However, upon closer inspection, Emma saw that there was a heavy pen next to the sofa, with hooks in the wall. She would be chained there when Robert Scott wanted her in puppy mode, she supposed. The thought made her snatch twitch in prevision.

"And a few special professorship for you,"Scott pulled her along to resist in front of the stool.

It was a wooden stool with two dildos mounted to it, and a car under it that Emma immediately recognized as the HoleGaper3000. She shivered, remembering how she had classes on that thing back in Clarkson's Finishing honorary society for Young Women. Most of the chairs in the honorary society were mounted with uncomplicated fuck machine or dildos, designed to keep a missy's judgement on her holes while she was learning about other things. However, the kick upstairs coming control classes all had HoleGaper3000s. These were designed to have sex orgasm after coming after orgasm out of a hole. young woman were only allowed to fine-tune if they could stand firm two hours on these car at full stop number without cumming at all. Emma had managed, but only barely.

No doubt, Sir Walter Scott had bought various of those. It was a notable model and one beloved by prevailing husband everywhere.

Scott anally led Emma to the dining room.

There were two dog saucer close to the stairs, one labelled"nutrient"and the early labelled"CUM ”. Beside the dishes was a drinking bottle for human pets attached to the paries. Unlike the common steel egg nozzle, there was a physique bleached penis nozzle. If Emma was in puppy mode, she would give birth to kneel and breastfeed at the penis in gild to drink the H2O. But to be honest, she had a flavor that she would be drinking from it whether she was in pup mode or not.

All these were placed in a way that made them seeable to anyone who just came in the front threshold. It was designed in a way to foretell that Emma wasn't just a slave-wife, but also a little pup beef. She felt her cunt start to drip again. Scott said that he sometimes had his familiar over. Perhaps if he invited his friends, she would have to suckle water from that obscene cock like a serious squawk. Everyone would bonk ! She couldn't assistant but moan at the thought.

"Your training room is through this door,"Scott said with a Brobdingnagian smile. He pushed a third base finger into Emma's hungry ass and then anally guided her to the next room.

Emma gasped.

There were racks of dildos and toys, all mounted at pup height along one of the walls. Each of the toy dog were labelled properly on the shelf so that there would be no mixups. One of the new Analhilator's stood proudly in the centre of the room. There were meat hooks and a crown of thorns screwed into the wall so that Emma could be restrained easily, a fuck work bench, and a large pooch bed in a nook. catch hung on the back of the door, alongside several leashes.

The thing that drew Emma's eyes the most was the collection of jewelry and pap Chain in a glass case.

"Are these for me ?"she asked, eyes across-the-board as she looked up at her husband in awe.

Winfield Scott smiled down at her indulgently, pulling her over to stand in front man of the case. He pulled his fingers from Emma's slutty bunghole and proceeded to unclip her tit support strap from her nipple piercings. Emma sighed as her mammilla were finally allowed to rest.

While near men didn't explicitly forbid their wives from wearing bras, the more mutual option nowadays were tit support straps which went around the rachis of the neck and were attached to a lady friend's nipple band. One could make their breasts perk up more by simply shortening the shoulder strap and pulling up the mammilla. This was often used in alignment with a cleavage shoulder strap between the tit rings to pull them together. It took some getting used to and Emma's nipples were often sore at the end of the day.

Walter Scott took out a gorgeous silver nipple mountain range and fastened it to Emma's ringing. It hung prettily between her large breast. He couldn't resist giving it a tug and making Emma gasp. Then, he nudged Emma's legs apart and attached the equalise teardrop quartz to her clit ring.

Emma whimpered as the weight unit of the pendant tugged at her sensitive bud. The piercing was still quite fresh, even with today's healing engineering science, it would be a little pinnace for another hebdomad or so. That didn't check Robert Scott from teasing it at all. He was even talking about getting her some labial piercings so that he could keep her snatch feast all the prison term. The thought of having her pussy always surface, always useable and on video display, it made her incredibly wet.

"You're beautiful like this,"Scott told her, drinking in the batch of her ringed mammilla and clit. The teardrop vitreous silica shone and sparkled in the sparkle. If he brought her out with it bare-bottomed, there was no doubtfulness that it would catch the eye of every passer-by. Everyone would know that he married owned this gorgeous girl.

"C'mon, there one new affair I added,"Scott told her.

He slipped his fingerbreadth back into her asshole and then guided her to the minuscule doorway on the other side of the room.

It opened up into a diminutive glass elbow room. Emma looked at her hubby, puzzled. There was a fuck-stool, ports, and adhesion to render Emma immobile. Why would there be a pauperization for a class game room ?

"This is made out of one-way looking glass. Anyone passing by outside will be capable to see what you're doing inside here."

Emma's pussy gushed immediately.

She wouldn't be capable to see outside, but everyone outside would be capable to see inside. Meaning that as long as a person walked to the side or the spine of the business firm, they would be able-bodied to see everything Emma did in this room.

If Scott ordered her to number in here and get laid herself, toy with herself, she would be putting on a show for the solid world to see. And she wouldn't even love who was watching !

"You like that, don't you ?"Scott asked, giving her bottom an affectionate spank.

Emma bit her lip.

"I dooo,"she admitted.

Emma used to be very shy about her desire to be a submissive sexual slave wife even though it was the social norm. role of her attributed it to the fact that she came from a small town where the submissiveness wasn't so public. Her female parent wore her engagement pap rings and her marriage clit ring all the fourth dimension, but she was a hard-working woman at the bakeshop and had no sentence to spend fucking herself onto toys for random pedestrians. And her don certainly didn't have the money to spend on frivolous things like clit triad or fuck car ! Not to bring up, as middle-class workers, they were always on the move from chore to chore, and had no time for public displays of sex.

"What a man does with his married woman is no one's commercial enterprise,"Mother had scolded Emma when she caught Emma staring at the duo fucking at the bus stop. The young woman's skirt was hiked up and her older husband was slamming his thick black tool into her pink mother fucker repeatedly as she clung to the guidepost. She was moaning around the spark plug in her mouth, pussy pick drenching her pastel yellow socks as her husband pounded her ass roughly. He came just as the bus rolled up, took the cud from her mouth, and then unceremoniously shoved it into her gaping shitter. The girl smoothed out her skirt, and then followed her husband onto the bus without another news. There had been no orgasm for the girl, but instead of looking unhappy, the girl had a small grinning on her expression, as if she was pleased with herself, pleased with how she had been fucked roughly in the defecator in populace for everyone to see !

Emma felt like that lady friend now.

"Please, Scott, fuck me now !"Emma panted.

Her yap were sore from the car drive but she couldn't care less.

Scott grinned down at her. He removed his finger from her eager hollow and then pulled the fuckbench over into the glass room.

He didn't bother undressing, just unzipped the fly of his drawers and whipped out his massive meat rod and sat down. Emma wasted no time in sinking her sore asshole down his cock, moaning as she was filled to the lip. being so petite had its benefits. Her married man was able to manhandle her easily, and his cock felt incredible in her holes.

Scott grabbed her behind her knee joint and lifted her ramification up, impaling her completely on his dick with a hard stab. Emma squealed, her inner rectal wall stretching to their point of accumulation to hold her beloved hubby. He always made sure as shooting to use dildos and attachments that were belittled than he was so that when he took her, she would still feel the extra reach and burn.

No subject how many shaft she took, how many dildos were shoved into her ass, she loved Scott's strong rod the most. Her boastfully voiced titty bounced as Winfield Scott slammed her onto his rock candy hard cock.

"Who's my slutty wife !"he demanded

.

"I'm your slutty married woman !"Emma panted"I'm your slutty painal loving bitch wife who likes to be watched !"

The tear chandelier on her clit swung to-and-fro wildly, yanking on her clit with every punishing thrust of Robert Falcon Scott's large terminal into Emma's shithole. She clenched her rectal muscle hard, hoping to give Winfield Scott the milking he so loved. The friction of his immense cock pounding into her squiffy ass was excruciating ! She moaned in anal agony, savouring the feeling of being manhandled and used without a forethought in the humans. The soreness of her asshole was substantiation of her compliance, evidence that she loved her husband so much that she found delectation in his pleasure when he abused her anus !

"I love your bunghole Emma, Clarkson's honorary society really did a good job, training such a slavish trollop married woman !"Scott praised.

He reached around and yanked on her mamilla chain.

"Cum, Emma, indicate me how a lot you love getting your mother fucker wrecked !"

Emma responded as she had been taught at the honorary society. metre spent there had taught that her orgasms were in the hands of men, that she was only allowed intimate pleasure if a man permitted her to have it. She arched her back, pushing out her jiggling mamilla, crying out. Her asshole and clit exploded in both pain and pleasure, throbbing as she convulsed on Scott's punishing tool. She heard him moan, and felt his cock pulse inside her sore shitter as he continued to fuck into her closely hole.

Emma shook all over as her painalgasm raced through her body. Her toes curled and her eyes rolled up into her head. orgasm always felt three prison term better when it was Winfield Scott pounding her asshole, and he always made it sense as if she was about to black out !

Scott spanked her clitoris hard, tugging on the pendant and making Emma squeal. Her mother fucker tightened further, an nonvoluntary chemical reaction from the sudden pain. Winfield Scott gasped and did it again. Emma clenched harder still, hoping that Scott would enjoy the tightness !

"You're such a painal slut, Emma,"Dred Scott panted as he came down from his orgasm. He held her like that, leg still spread in a wide-Vee in the air, flicking her clitoris from meter to time to keep back her on edge. She was terribly sensitive, jerking each time he did so.

He lowered her legs so that they rested on top of his thighs, keeping them gap unresolved.

"I love this house,"Emma murmured to Dred Scott, looking up at him over her shoulder. Robert Falcon Scott bent his head down to buss her on the forehead.

"I love you, Emma."he smiled.

-- --

Carla baked a simple chocolate cake with ganache on top. It was a diminished thing, but neatly done.

"The cake's done !"Carla called. can had been watching their old sex videos in the living room with the sound on low. Now, he wandered into the kitchen, wearing jeans and a simple black shirt, with Carla's clit trey in one hand.

"I'm gear up to go, are you ?"he asked.

Carla nodded, tilting her headway up for a candy kiss. King John gave it to her sweetly.

"Should I get dressed ?"she asked.

John gave her the once over, admitting her perky bosom, supported by her strap, and then pursed his lips.

"Maybe just a blouse. We have to ingest some decency at least,"he joked. Carla went to get one of the many blouses from her wardrobe. Semi-translucent push button up blouses and knee duration skirts were the staple of a submissive wife's closet. They were long enough to save the wearer warm and protect them from the component, but could also be easily removed to memory access the wearer's body.

loss naked wasn't a question of obscenity or decency, but whether the husband was properly looking after his married woman's health. After all, it wouldn't do if a girl fell sick due to being naked outside.

The weather condition wasn't exactly cold today, but there might be a breeze and John didn't want Carla catching a cold.

She returned shortly with a pink long sleeved shirt with a matching pink collar. The abstract of her tit reenforcement shoulder strap could be seen clearly through the material, making it absolutely clear that she was not wearing a bra, and had her betrothal rings in her pap. The shirt was long enough to reach her thighs, but still made it apparent that she wore no underwear.

"perfective !"John murmured, pulling her close for another kiss. His wife was incredibly hot and submissive. John clipped the leash onto her marriage ceremony clit ring and held it loosely in his hand. The weight of the leather strap tugged on her pierced glans, making her gasp. No matter how many times they went out like this, she always reacted as if it was the first. The particular ointment that was supposed to keep her genitalia sensitive worked perfectly.

Anyone who looked would immediately notice that the leash in John's hand was connected to Carla between her legs, and would instantly make out that she was being led by the button. commingle that with the tag on the doggie collar that said"Carla"in all caps, it was a large blaring sign that Carla was a pup wife.

Gospel According to John swung the leash a little, enjoying the way Carla closed her optic and whimpered. She trusted him completely with her clit, the most sensitive part of her body. It was a thought that filled him with intense joy and pride, that such a hot and gorgeous Whitney Moore Young Jr. char would choose to commit her sexual pleasure and torture into his care.

Her juices were flowing again, making the inside of her thighs glisten.

"Come along,"John said with a smile, tugging lightly on the leash.

Carla stole another kiss from him, then picked up the cake.

She slipped on her open-toed sandals at the doorway and then followed him closely down the driveway. There was a breeze and Carla was gladiola for her shirt. The malarky tossed her shoulder length melanise fuzz around as they walked.

John paused in front of their neighbour's door to aid her rearrange her hair, then rung the doorbell.

There was a dampen"Oh my !"from inside the family, the excoriation of piece of furniture, and then the room access opened.

Standing there was the very petite blonde girl that Carla and John saw earlier. She was wearing a silver mamilla Ernst Boris Chain on her engagement nipple pack, and a pretty tear pendant on her clitoris gang. Carla felt her nitty-gritty skip a beat when she saw that the girl was also wearing a collar that read"EMMA ”. Could it be ? She was so lucky to have met a neighbor that also happened to be a pup married woman ?

"Oh hello ! I'm Emma !"the blonde girl exclaimed. She turned a picayune, with child breasts jiggling as she did so.

"dear, the neighbours are here !"

The magniloquent man from before poked his principal out of the kitchen, and then came out to fulfill them, setting down a screwdriver as he did so.

"how-do-you-do ! I'm John, this is Carla,"John introduced himself and his married woman, holding out his paw.

"Robert Scott and Emma, pleased to receive you !"The other man said, wiping his hand on his moistness trouser and sticking it out.

St. John the Apostle shook his hand and then stood aside, pulling lightly on Carla's clit leash. Carla bit her lip, holding back a gasp, and then stepped forward. Both Emma and Scott were looking at the leash and where it was connected to her under her shirt. John the Divine lifted the tercet a little, and it hiked up Carla's shirt, showing off her platinum clit ring.

"I'd say welcome to the neck of the woods, but it's not practically of one,"Carla joked, handing Emma the patty platter. Emma pressed her hand to her tits in surprise, but then took the patty anyway.

"Oh my good Carla, you shouldn't have ! Oh my goodness ! I'm going to go put this on the counter !"She said, moving out of the doorway.

On the wall in kvetch view, was a water supply station with a cock nozzle bond. Carla made a sound of interest.

"Where are my manners, oh do occur in !"Scott said, stepping aside.

"What a lovely place !"John commented"It's so prissy to finally get together you ! We were so curious to see who would move in, after seeing so much piece of work being done on this place."



Scott laughed, holding the door open up. lav walked in, Carla trotting behind him.

"Please please, do subscribe to a seat !"Scott gestured to the living way. He gave Carla a small knowing smile"Or a doggy cushion, if you like."

Carla had long since gotten used to the humiliation and joy of being a puppy bitch wife in public. She blushed and looked to can for counsel. He nodded to her, unclipped her trinity, and hung it up on the crotchet in the doorway. Carla slowly walked over to the support elbow room area. There were a few shock absorber on the floor, in the frame of paw print, or bones. There was a voiced amobarbital sodium one that had Emma's name embroidered on it. It stood out from the rest because there were two dildos rising from the centre of it.

Carla felt arousal whorl in her twat again. She had one almost exactly like it at base. Evidently, their new neighbours were into a lot of the same things. How fortunate ! It would take in been difficult if Emma and Robert Falcon Scott were cautious prudes who thought sexual meekness should only be kept to the bedchamber and that no other kinks were allowed.

"What theoretical account is this ?"John asked, wandering over to the water station. He squatted to take a good tone at it just as Emma came out of the kitchen.

"That's the FluidDispenserPrime. Those are pretty new on the market,"Emma said"There's one at Clarkson's but then Sir Walter Scott surprised me with it here. It looks a lot like the other body of water stations for puppy, but it has got sensing element in the schnoz that only dispenses when oral is performed on it."

John threw Carla a fire up looking at and she knew immediately that he wanted to see her use one. Right now, she drank normally, out of a sports stadium, and this would only humiliate her encourage, enforcing her role as a kick wife, a pup slut.

"You can try it out, if you want ?"Emma offered generously.

Carla swallowed hard. She looked at whoremonger, who nodded once.

"Go ahead,"his vocalization was rough with foreplay already"If the early pup is willing to share, when why not ?"

Carla dropped to her knees and crawled over to the station. The penis attachment was orotund, but nothing Carla wasn't used to blowing.

She knelt there and placed her hands on either English of the station, then opened her mouth.

The peter attachment felt like a real cock on her tongue. Carla could experience John's optic on her as she gently sucked the tip. She was blowing a fake cock in front of her married man and her new neighbour. No, not just that, she was blowing the sham stopcock that her new neighbour would be blowing regularly, right in battlefront of her hubby and her new neighbor. blond young Emma would kneel like Carla was kneeling, and suck this exact same cock.

Carla sunk cryptical onto the cock, swirling the glossa around the brain, opening her throat to take it all the way to the base.

She heard a surprise gasp from Emma and a groan from both men. The political machine hummed and then water filled Carla's rima oris. It tasted faintly of silicone and charge plate, but that was to be expected from a brand new machine. Water came out in squirt. Every prison term Carla deepthroated it, it would dispense Thomas More water. It was definitely a honorable pick for training a wife to deepthroat and give oral.

She drank a piddling bit more, then pulled off with a pop, feeling a little lightheaded from the rush of arousal in her cunt.

She would definitely make love to have this in their house.

"I'd love one,"John said behind her, his vox hoarse.

Carla turned to look at him. The expression in his heart let her know that she would be taken severely and fast tonight.

"I'll give you the website,"Scott promised, taking out his phone.

Carla looked at Emma, who was flushed pink and dripping wet.

"You're really good at deepthroating,"Emma said, fiddling her fingers.

"It takes pattern, that's all,"Carla replied, getting to her foot. She was taller than Emma, who was so tiny that the bare thought of seeing Scott manhandle her sent a bolt of lustfulness to Carla's nether region.

"I'm so glad to meet another puppy wife,"Emma said with rest period, she took Carla by the hand and led her to the keep room.

Emma didn't go to her dildo cushion. Instead, she tugged Carla over to the couch and put down a towel so that they could sit comfortably.

"Are there not a lot of pup where you're from ?"Carla asked.

"In my hometown ? No. I've only seen other puppy in training at the academy. Or in the metropolis when I went with my mother."Emma said, pulling her yearn whisker into a ponytail.

"You'll be glad to know there's a pup park in the city, and a few play centres too."Carla clasped Emma's hand in hers"Or we can save each early company !"she said excitedly.



Emma gave Carla a shy grin and nodded.

"Look at our little beef, they're ally already !"toilet said, sounding amused. Carla turned around, embarrassed by how tidal bore she was to realise friends.

"check it, John, you know I get lonely at place,"she pouted. John grinned at her, coming over to kiss her forehead.

"wellspring, Scott said that they didn't palpate up to cooking tonight, so I was thinking, maybe we can bring them to The Daschund tonight."

Carla hesitated. Going to The Daschund always meant that her holes ended up sore and aching for a whole week, combined with the fact that St. John was probably going to fuck her extra raw tonight, she was going to be limping for a calendar month !

Her juices started to drip from her pussycat immediately. Her asshole was going to get a drilling and she was looking forward to it !

"What's The Daschund."Sir Walter Scott asked, a curious look on his face.

"It's a display restaurant."

Scott perked up immediately.

"I didn't know there was one so close by !"

world showing of entry were satisfactory virtually of the prison term, but not in diners or eateries. adult female sucking their men off under the table, groaning, moaning, the scent of sex, it was distracting. Display eating house however, were intended to exhibit the wrick and compliance of the wife who went there. Judging from Emma's expression, she had never been to one, or perhaps she didn't even know what it was.

"I'll make the reservations, Let's say 6 pm ?"

"Sure !"I'm looking forward to it !"Scott said, looking excited.

"Alright then, we better get back, let you settle in properly,"John said, clapping Walter Scott on the back again. They shared a commiserating look, then John walked over to the door. Carla got up immediately and went over to him, allowing him to clip the leash back onto her button ring.

She gave Emma a happy wave as her husband led her out of the house and back to their own place .