Spoiler alert, I was actually forty-six that day, but he could care less about my age. He just loved me, and gave into my weird fetish an awful lot. A...yway, he told me that he made plans for us to go to a very classy hotel, where we'd get massages, and have a lot more privacy. I was overjoyed by that, so we had sex once, and got dressed. As I was picking out a nice dress for the night, he came up to me, and spanked me again. The first time, I was just in my panties, but then he began caressing. Women were being "liberated" and having sexual freedom. The next morning, when I asked her where she learned to do that, she said. "I read about it and have been wanting to try it." Okay, sounds reasonable... She does read a lot.Long story made a little bit shorter, 4 months later we were married. Sex continued to be plentiful and great. She was pretty aggressive and NEVER said no. She loved to suck and fuck. Any where, any time.So, wise young man that I was, i started to wonder if she had read. "Quickly, she inserts four quarters and picks a race track. A track withsnow appears on the screen and she smirks, "Now we see how good youreally are."Calmly he smiles, "Eh, I'm alright."Fiercely the two battle, turning the wheel sharply back and forth,keeping the gas down and pressing the brake. Neck and neck they staywith each other the whole race, but in the end, Mark loses and shewins. She smiles as she drops her hands from the wheel, "You're betterthan alright. You nearly beat me." That. It was hard for me to lift myself up because the whole world seemed to want to spin. Finally, I managed to sit up on the side of the bed, and as I looked at myself in the mirror, I saw that I was in my bra and panty. I guess that he had removed my skirt and blouse when I was unconscious, because I don’t remember ever undressing. Looking at the clock next to the bed, I saw that it was past 11:00 am. I picked up the night robe from the shelf and wore it to cover myself. Hanging on to the handrail.