. did you have a nice time?"She nodded and then went straight to the frig to get the mango juice to pour herself a nice glass of it. As she sipped it,...I didn't look at her."So how was your night?"I didn't know how to answer that, not right away. Images flashed in my head of how I'd spent it and my body still felt sore, my muscles tight and I knew I'd be spending some time in the spa later on. Anything to loosen them up because I knew I had made plans to go with Sheila to the jazz club. " He ordered.I stood up and turned to put my little hands onto the counter. The black guy then lifted my summer dress up to my waist and pulled the tiny thong down to my ankles. I then just stepped out from it and kicked the tiny cloth across the floor.He grabbed my buttocks firmly with his hand and squeezed tightly. "Nice ass you have here, little cheating slut…give me many ideas”He whispered very softly into my ear, as he spanked me hard."Oh, yes. Do whatever you want with my nice, married. “So what do you think is really going on tonight?” “I’m not really sure but I am feeling more and more pushed aside. Like I said, I suspect I’m just some sort of cover for his other life, but this is the first time I have felt like he didn’t even want that much. I guess I’ve learned to live with the lie and I would even be happy to go on living here as a form of cover I guess. I just wish he would stop lying about who he is. I suspect tonight is as much about getting us used to the idea as. . it didn't hurt me... what hurt me was losing our relationship, losing you from my life. That's what really hurt me," I interrupted. "Wendy, let me finish," Greg admonished. "Okay," I nodded. "Wendy, there is more to the reason I felt like I needed to distance myself from you." He paused for an uncomfortable amount of time as I waited for him to continue. Finally he did. "I was afraid that sooner or later I would give in to my desires. I wanted to make love to you; using your phrase, I was.