He could see there was no way out. “You can’t tell Mrs. Evans, I’ll lose my job, my wife will find out. Please,” he begged.“You should have ...hought of that before," I told him. He just looked beaten. I left the threat hanging then added, “There is another option.”He was so keen to find a way out, “Anything, anything to avoid me losing my job.”“Very well,” I paused, “We have decided to punish you. All of us will spank you.”“Now hang on a minute,” he croaked, “when I said anything, I meant…”I cut. A sound I had not heard before out of her. “I think we should go to bed. We aren’t really watching the movie anymore.” Without waiting for an answer she swung down from the couch, switched off the TV, and bounded up the stairs. Normally I would go home, but it seemed pretty obvious she wanted me to follow her. I went up into her nearly empty bedroom and she was already under the covers. I had the paralyzing thought that she was naked under there, but she flipped back the comforter to reveal. Meanwhile, I can't say I was not affected by this transformation. Infact, I was loving it. The feel of the soft chemise and the freedom ofthe skirts was just exhilarating. The sound of my own anklets wasexciting me and every time I looked down, my feet looked so pretty. Whatwas happening to me? It looked like I had a pretty girl hidden inside allthis while.That night, it wasn't a crude fuck that Rita normally subjected me to. Wemade love. Only difference was that I was the woman, the wife. “So, they’re so full and I need release,” she commented. “I know you hate it but would you? Please?”Such a tease!I nodded and her shirt burst open revealing Karen’s tits bigger than they had ever been. I knelt before her and suckled one into my mouth. I felt her nipple extend and the warm milk slide down my throat. I slipped my hand up her skirt and along her thighs as she parted her legs for me. Her thighs were moist from her juices running down her legs. Her pussy was sopping and two fingers.