As we were eating and drinking some wine, my hand instinctively goes to my pussy regardless of who’s around. I enjoy touching myself especially when...Michael is home as he enjoys the show. I had dipped my finger into myself and fed it to Michael to which he licked then sucked it into his mouth. He said as sweet as can be.After dinner, as I was gathering the plates. I moved next to Michael and he slapped me on my ass which stung. But I’d never tell him that. He saw the red palm print forming on. .. Oh! Yes! Right, yes indeed, I’ll attend to it ... mmm yes.”He appeared to be on the verge of asking how much when I closed the door behind him. oOoSarah was waiting for me in the kitchen, having heard every word through the microphone I had set up.“You did very well, I could have believed you’d been doing it for years!”“Yes, it’s quite a power trip when you get into it, but I could murder a cup of tea.”“Coming up mistress,” she giggled. oOoThe following few days were pretty quiet, I got some. I remained calm and dropped it at the office with a note saying it had been returned from the hotel for "the wife". I then started to plan what my response would be. I looked up male escorts online and found two young black males with huge cocks and emailed if they would be available next week. I called the hotel and arranged to have the exact same room as my husband had had the previous week. I then booked everything for two nights. I never told my husband where I was going and I just drove. During dinner he sat at the coach’s table talking with our trainers and coach and the management people. After we ate the girls kept lingering in the dining hall a lot longer than usual. Someone played piano and people were talking, some had even put on make-up. What were they hoping for? A quick fuck? A romantic relationship? We were more mature than this, weren’t we? At least I was. I went upstairs and got into my pajama. As I lied in bed I stared up at the top bunk questioning myself? Was.