When I was 20 years old, my parents decided to sell the house that my mom was living in. Myself and my best friend (Frank) were going to the house to ...elp my mom move her stuff out after the house was sold. We helped her pack and move all day long until the house was completely empty. We had worked all day and it was too late to drive the 5 hours back to my dads house so my mom offered to get us a hotel room for the night as she was staying with her boyfriend. As we were getting ready to leave. The problem was that I was already incredibly turned on and being spanked simply cranked me up to an even higher level. Brenda did pause in the middle of the spanking and softly rub my ass for a few minutes, so on second thought, I suppose it was a little unusual. She ’ d never done that before. I suspect that she paused to keep me from having an orgasm because I truly believe I was on the verge of a massive one. What set that day apart was not the five minutes of ass. I was drunk, I missed my dead husband. John looks just like his father at 16; the age that I met and fell in love with him. He took me out to the Paladin Club for a special dinner, just like my husband used to. For a little while the alcohol, my loneliness and the fond memories of that place combined and it felt like my loving husband was with me again. For a little while I responded to my son as if he were my husband. From his filthy story that he published via Webtv, I learned that was his. From then on she stopped wearing a bra and only wore one to work.Our bedroom fantasies were becoming bolder and more disgusting while real life lagged behind mostly because both or us were more than a little scared. I could see where this was all leading and that one day some other man would fuck my faithful wife. Did I want that, did I want to watch my wife being speared by some nameless guy or two or even more. In our bedroom the answer was yes and the same was for her too, but in real life.