It was then I discovered I left my cell phone downstairs in the basement. I was frustrated, and I began to retrace my steps back downstairs. I had jus... reached the top of the basement steps when I heard my wife and Dave whispering out to one another. I couldn’t pick up what was being said, so I quietly made my way half way down the steps. There was a small opening half way down by the hand rail where I could see fully down into the basement. I peeked through the opening to see my wife Jen. He didn’t push it in; instead he rubbed it along my pelvis and up and down the length of my pussy, which absolutely drove me mad. One of his hands grabbed my boob roughly, and he kissed me with desperation and hunger. He grabbed a condom from next to his bed and hastily rolled it on, then guided the tip of his bulging dick into my pussy. I could feel it pulsating, and I writhed as it went in. So far there was no pain and instead I was feeling amazing. We carried on kissing as he pushed in. “So um… thanks for everything, where’s your place at?” “Not far, I’ll direct you”, she said. After a quick drive, we stopped outside her apartment complex. “So…” she said, “you wanna see those ropes I mentioned earlier? You should get an idea before buying anything.” “Oh…” I muttered, “yeah sure, I suppose”. I parked my car and we went in. Did she mean what I hoped? We entered her place, it was quaint, not overly decorated, nor very feminine. I didn’t take in much more as she suddenly. As she picked it up in her hands and felt its heft. Her hiney involuntarily tightened and twitched at the memory emblazed in her mind. She swung it hard through the air hitting a down pillow which expelled a cloud of dust. It was really a Hickory Stick with a springy swing that had devastated her hiney. She had been unkind to her aunt remarking on the hideous brides maid dress she had been told to wear.“Hello and welcome to swap shop.”“Yes, I cane chairs, so if anyone has seats that need to be.