Was it any wonder then, that my eyes began to wander from my wife’s body?That I began to look at hot women on the street, at work, while grocery sho...ping, even when I picked up our daughter from her college campus and drove her home, where she’d spend the weekends with us, two old loons who did nothing but argue?I liked to fantasize about those unknown women, about a life with them. What if that blonde were my wife? Would she be a good, enthusiastic fuck? Would that thicc cashier let me fuck. We were magnets, she and I, drawn together yet kept apart by a force unseen, but definitely felt. At the opposite end of her bed, she stirred and flopped onto her back. A moan escaped and I wondered what she dreamt about. Her mouth eased open and I had an urge to kiss her, to cover her lips with mine and draw in her breath, her life, her words, her smiles and laughter. I extinguished my thoughts by going into action and crawled gently over to her. I leaned over her and smiled down. Arathi. I handed it up to him. He doubled it ran it along my face, over my shoulders, across my tits. “Are you ready for your whipping, slave?” He asked me. I nodded my eyes hungry with desire. He pulled me up and led me to the wall. He told me to press my hands against it and to press my ass out. He told me to spread my legs wider. My skirt fell over my ass and he began striking me with the belt. The sensation was not unpleasant. I felt like a naughty girl being punished by daddy. My own father had. " Two Shillings." Two bloody shillings" It's all I have on me." All you have, ah I see bloody funny, I suppose having your hand up bosses wife's unmentionables with him watching is bloody funny, any road just get and do it lad."And so young George set to work drilling the broken brass rod with his hand drill, the work was tedious and Josie had to hold the brass egg still with her tiny hand deep inside Mrs Cleghorns cunt and the tiny flecks of brass had to be removed one by one as work.