Eddie chimed in “Yeah. Paddle him for hurting thislovely creature.”Long story a little shorter: Pete had me fetch one ofthe paddles from t...e ping pong table. I gave him a winkas I handed it to him: “Show our young guest what shouldhappen to men who disobey their women.”And when I turned around, I saw Jenetta in Eddie’s arms.‘I don’t understand what it is,” she cooed into Eddie’sear, “but this is really turning me on.”“Me. As we discussed it, and Neil even shared things from the internet backing up his theory, I got it and became more understanding of his emerging wife-watching fetish.(I sometimes still felt a bit two-faced, thinking my big cock fantasy only natural whilst wondering at whether Neil’s similar fantasy was a healthy and good thing or not.)Anyway, time to prattle a bit less and cut to the chase on giving you my side of some of the things have happened over the last few days and weeks.But I’m sure all. You could come down. Take a weekend off from the club, we could fly you down Thursday night after classes, you could cut classes on Monday, not come back until late Tuesday! A five-day vacation!”“Yeah,” she said.Not much enthusiasm, there. Not much verve.Just before four o’clock, the doorbell rang and I jumped up to let Fred Dow in. I think Peggy had more or less forgotten he was coming, but Sarah had been preparing dinner and was setting the table in the dining room -- something we rarely did. We both seemed content to just lay there and make out.As we lay there making my out, her hands traced the side of my body till her hand slid into my boxers, stroking my outer thigh. She moved to the side, making it easier to slide her hand over my crotch. Her hand rested on my cock. She didn’t stroke me or do anything to help my arousal, she just rested her hand on my cock. She seemed to take comfort in just holding it and we relaxed and just cuddled together.We lay there, breathing gently for.