Nor did I want to bother with getting that proof. I think I’ll just wait for her to call me or visit and then break things off. If we had any plans ...t this point I couldn’t possibly remember them, so I’d just stick with waiting to hear from her.Wait a minute, why am I sticking around here until Saturday? Nothing I do at this point should have any possible way of effecting the lottery numbers, but why risk it? I’m gonna want that winning ticket in my pocket before I start working on things.I. What had my loving, lovely, previously innocent wife just told me?But she hadn’t finished.“Can’t you see? I’m ruined now! I never expected to feel this way with anyone! I never knew I could feel this way at all! If that’s what having sex with Andy feels like, I’m not sure I can ever turn my back on it. Part of me wants it even now! Part of me needs it badly! Part of me wants him to fuck me again and again!”“Oh my God, Amanda! What are you saying?”She looked me full in the face, her deep blue. .. But no... Not yet... It was my turn! Instead of lying down I looked at him and began kissing him slowly from the neck, to his firm six-pack and down down the v-shape only to stop at the edge of his boxers.I had a quick look up at his face - he still had the cutest and most innocent smile on his face - my hands slowly pulled down the black boxers that fell on the floor - and in front of me was now his soft uncut manhood! At least 20cm dangling in front of my face ready to be played. Instantly she obeyed. "Well at least you know how to follow directions." Three times the crop lashed her tender breasts, Marianne wishing to cry out in pain, but knowing even more punishment would follow, constrained herself although she did gasp as leather met flesh."Now on your knees, here beside my chair!" Marianne kneeled, her head hung downward, eyes on the floor. "You must learn to please me, Marianne." ... Yes, my husband," she intoned weakly."And you must learn that when you displease.