But all I could think about was touching her pussy next and every day she was here. That night I decided I had to fuck my wife I didn't care what she ...aid. That night I snuck into her bed and started passionately kissing her. " what are you doing John she said" pushing me away. "I wanna have fun like old times come on, let me fuck you." "Ok but make it quick" she moaned. Having to use my own spit as lube I worked her up till she was wet enough for the hard thrashing I was about to give her. I. ” Marsha stopped a moment but decided she had to agree. Mrs Howard was making perfect sense and anyway if she wanted to be spanked she had no choice really did she? It wouldn’t work otherwise would it? “Yes of course” she said. “Good” Mrs Howard said “in that case I will discipline you and Ellie from now on. Expect me to be strict.” “Oh yes Mrs Howard, you must be very strict.” Mrs Howard knew Marsha was getting carried away. Would she still think the. Finally I gained courage and went to her flat. She stays along with her maid. That day the maid wasn’t there.She opened the door. Omg…What a sight… I always see her in salwar..But now she is in a skin tight leggings and a loose tee..I could he see her perfectly shaped legs..Btw she is 5’6 and has tall perfect toned legs..And a perfect ass.I could make out clearly the outline of her ass.There was a bit of tension rising in me,but she was cool and smiling she served dinner we ate laughed and then. It looked like an outfit from the Brady Bunch. He only dwelled on this for a moment, styles come and go and retro was ‘in’ these days, anyway he was much more interested in what was under those clothes. He slid his hands under the sweater, she sighed under his touch. He slid the sweater up exposing her flat stomach to the cool air and he proceeded to kiss the warm skin of her belly and chest, starting at her navel he moved slowly upward alternating between kissing and letting his tongue slide.