She holds still as I push the fabric over her ass cheeks to let it fall.I can feel her tights haven’t been pulled back up since I interrupted her fi...gering session so I break the kiss to lean back and check. The sight of the tights and panties pulled down slightly, the tuft of dark matted pubic hair on display makes my own neatly trimmed pussy drip.I look at her and softly whisper, "Kneel.”Wordlessly, she complies. Lowering herself down, resting her ass on the backs of her calves as she looks. She kissed me back and it was still desperate and hungry, almost like she was begging for more.And because she begged so nice I took the clamps off of her pussy and jammed a few fingers in to just give her a thrill. I worked her clit and the horny bitch actually tried to fuck my hand. What a slag! No shame at all. I pulled away just before she got off and got the crop again. Ayuh, a slapper for the snapper."Shh. Keep quiet and I'll leave the gag out. You can do it, right? You may nod or shake. I walk the few blocks to the hotel and stand outside a little bit away from the door and await instructions. After what seems like an eternity I get a message: Rm 302. I walk to the elevator take it two floors up. In the elevator I remove my jacket. I want my cleavage on display when you open the door. I take a second outside 302 before I knock, run my fingers through my hair and smooth my dress and then tap tap. You open the door and I walk inside. We exchange pleasantries and you poor us. One, I'd always heard that the surest sign of an affair is when your significant other stops having sex with you. That was not the case here. In fact, since Mary had gone back to work our sex life had increased dramatically. The other reason was that I loved Mary and I didn't really want to find out that she was cheating on me for fear of what that knowledge might do to us. Besides, with my lousy luck I'd get caught spying on her and that would do as much damage to us as knowing that she was.