I pulled my hand away and rushed out the door. What a night! My husband was still fucking his young slut of a co-worker and I was staring out my windo..., wondering whether I wanted to pull the curtains closed. Standing in the middle of my bedroom, still wearing Ron’s t-shirt, I pictured him watching me. Are you there with your binoculars? Do you want to see me naked? Do you want to come over? Stop it! Where did that come from? Well, why not? It isn’t like I’d be the only one in this marriage who. No one is there…She was not comfortable….I lifted her t-shirt from back till her bra strap….And started massaging her back….Those guys were watching so silently and hiding so well that they were even not visible to me….I had started to tease those old fox and those cheap guys….They were looking like some laborers….Probably they had gone…But kavita was in mood now…She started kissing me and placed my hands on her breasts…..I was pressing her breasts..I loosened her bra from behind and turned her. It took a few days to write this, because I needed breaks from the anxiety of thinking back on it. Thursday at work was a day much like any other ordinary day. It was typical of any other workday I usually do and was routine in all other ways as well. It being spring time, I was fairly horny which didn’t help my concentration. I was on the websites I usually chat on while at work with nothing happening out of the usual. Suddenly I got an email.All it said was, “Does your husband know what you. “Oh you like that you little slut, don’t you?” He purred snapping it hard making me scream. “Well?” he did it again, and somehow i managed to spit out the knickers and choke out a yes.“What are you?” CRACK “A slut” “Who do you belong to?” CRACK “You, Master” “Will you cum without permission again?” CRACK “No sir…” I moaned. CRACK! He landed a smack as hard as he could, then dropped the belt on the floor. I flinched as his hand caressed my red butt cheek gently. “You won’t disobey me again?” He.