I had tried to hide this mild groping from my husband – after all, we’re British and don’t like ‘scenes’ – but as I learned more about the...‘cuckold mindset’ it started to cross my mind that perhaps my husband was not as ignorant as I had imagined; perhaps he had known this was happening all along but had chosen not to intervene. Perhaps he even got a thrill out of seeing another man’s hands on his wife’s body.I was never entirely sure how to react to Tony’s attempted groping. On the one hand it. If he has to work, he can’t have a job that keeps him in the office late at night.”“I need him home at the same time every evening so I can have dinner ready for him.”“After dinner, he needs to take me upstairs and fuck me until I can’t walk.”All I could say was, “Wow mom -- that was intense!”Her eyes opened and she immediately looked at me and said, “I’m sorry Bobby, some of those things that I just said you shouldn’t have heard.”“What’s for dinner tonight?” I asked her.“Oh dear ... I need to. I had no clue I even liked dudes, and I didn't really know how to go about it, especially not with his hand on my shoulder.No one fucking touched me affectionately growing up, and my father often used me as a punching bag when he was drunk. He'd get away with it if he weren't one of the richest men in the North Pacific."Are you feeling okay, Alex?" The man's soft and almost fatherly voice spoke to me directly, and he removed his hand off of me. I almost protested immediately."Yeah, teach." I. " Ah, but that's because I didn't fulfill your wish. You were extremely turned on, and ready to come, but I stopped before you did." Yes, you truly are a loutish brute, and mean and cruel besides." And you are getting much closer to another spanking. This one may not be pleasurable either. Come to think of it, I may need to spank you just for pleasure so that we have a frame of reference for comparison." Not today, please. My cute little butt really is still tender from yesterday's paddling."I.