Again, since we were not on a secure line, I knew he was sending me a message hidden in his words. When he said ‘brag,’ I understood he meant Fort...Bragg, the massive army base in North Carolina. ‘Really good, really special people,’ I had no doubt meant Delta Force, the Army’s equivalent to the Navy’s Seals, or the Marine’s Force Recon. ‘Tell them to take their time,’ I explained. ‘All the heavy lifting has been done, and the biggest thing I need now is help in taking out all the trash,’ I. Thirty-six hours later we were on our way.We were both looking forward to the trip, not just because of the warmth in the midst of winter, but also because we both liked the idea of having some private time to ourselves.For sex, I mean. If you have kids you know what I’m talking about: that when the kids come along, finding the time and energy to have truly enjoyable sex -- rather than the rote couplings we’d been having lately -- gets pretty difficult.On the flight down my wife kept stroking. He started moving it in and out really fast, Sharon started to moan. That only lasted a few minutes and then he pulled his finger out and I saw her pussy hole close. He then started spanking her harder and harder. When he would smack her , her body would move forward. He told her to hold onto the footboard, so she didnt move so much. She answered, Yes Sir. He continued to spank her ass. It was getting redder and redder. Every now and then he would shove his finger inside her pussy and then back. .. impressive..."'No fucking shit!' I thought - but I was out of breath and energy and just let it pass.We were disconnected, but Holly convinced me by pushing that I should be on my back, then crawled atop me to hug herself against me and cry. "It was wonderful!" she sobbed, "I could FEEL it when you..." Came?" I supplied."Uh huh!" Well, you're seriously hot, Sweetheart. If you ever need me to write an affidavit to that effect, I'll be happy to do it!" What? Oh..." she chuckled. "Thanks, I.