I could feel myself starting to harden again so I turned her round to face the wall. She instantly lifted her arms and pulled them to one side so I h...d a clear view of her arse. I stroked each cheek lovingly before slapping each one in turn, once then twice and three times, each slap harder than the previous one. She simpered with each slap betraying no sign of pain. I gently soothed each cheek then slid my hand between her legs feeling how hot and wet she was.I spun her round so she was. I went up the stairs and into our room, it was dark, I found the nightstand on my side of the bed, set my phone down and started to undress down to my boxers. I opened the covers and lay down beside my wife trying not to wake her. As I lay there on my side facing her and trying to sleep, she rolled over in her sleep so that her backside was right up against my front side. The second I felt her warm butt cheeks against my groin, I got hard as a rock. something about her butt felt different,. .. This story is fictional...My name is Benjamin. I was always fascinated by the "extravagant lifestyle" of the royal members, ever since I was little. Even though growing up in the poor side of the kingdom was not the best way to observe "royalty". But I had heard the stories about the great lives of kings and queens, so I thought it would've been just grand to work for such fine people. The small famil'y I had was composed of my fathe'r who worked hard for what literally was at times "bread. I also had at least ten gallons of the Green Dragon in my dry well. Some of it was the last batch I had brewed for the Colonel. That stuff was either going to be a kick ass batch, or just the same as the others. I couldn't measure the THC level, so it was purely a guess, but I hoped it was a higher level. I left the alcohol proof at one hundred and twenty.I thought about it and knew I couldn't keep really bad ass stuff in the dry well. I couldn't for instance keep guns and knives in one, but I.