She looked over her shoulder and said, “Oh my goodness, Phil, I didn’t realize that you have a perfect view of our bedroom from here. You bad boys...haven’t been watching me on Friday nights when I do my yoga routine, have you? My husband leaves me alone a lot, and I can get carried away.”Phil faked being nervous as he answered, “Well, uh, I guess we may have glanced over a few times. Why, is that a problem for you?”She was still looking down into our window as she replied, “Gee, I’m not sure,. He then sat down on the toilet and told me how he had to “go” really bad after being on the road so long. A long fart came out followed by a bunch of big telltale splashes. Fortunately, he wiped. He just laughed again, got up, took his belt from his pants and said to bend over bitch. It was one of those old fashioned black leather belts, around 2” wide with a big buckle. I bent over and he proceeded to smack my ass well over ten times. My ass was bright red by now. He just said – “good boy.” He. I suppose she would be embarrassed by this. That is the type of person she was. Kind of weird she would openly ask to suck my cock and do it all night long and very obviously enjoyed it but then deny she was banging herself with giant dildos while I was gone. I guess she wanted that to herself. But I wanted to share that it turned me on still does. Call it a fetish. I knew for sure what she was doing because I got home early one day. I had been gone all week. I went inside our two story house.. " She ran a finger down the middle of my chest. "And I don't want to leave here for any extended period of time, if it means I can't be in bed with you naked, like this."Well thought out," I finally said. "There's only one teensy tiny problem." What's that?" she asked."Your mother thinks all you have is a crush on me, and that by letting you play with me you'll get that worked out of your system. She's not planning on any babies here." Another reason why I didn't tell her I wanted you to get me.