This night we had been out for a meal and was in the bar having a few drinks when this lad kept staring at us.I went to the bar and asked him what was...wrong, he denied staring and we got talking, I took the drinks over to the table were Donna was and then went to the toilet. When I retuned that lad was talking to the wife he was Aron, 19 and studying law. He was pleasant enough but he was very flirty especially with Donna. The time had got to 10pm and we decided to go upstairs, as we stood to. A thought struck him, and he withdrew for an instant. Before she could voice her protest, he had turned her over on her back and his mouth was dropping kisses on the sensitive flesh of her buttocks. She squealed with glee and canted her hips higher to allow him easier access as he spread her thighs and licked at her delicate folds. Finding the angle awkward, he turned her over yet again, and heard a hiss of exasperation."Choose a side, c***d. I am not a rug, to be tossed to and fro!" Really,. ." he said slapping his wife's fat bottom."It'll be 60 bucks." he said turning to me as he continued to grab and maul her ass flesh. "No. I'm really tired and it's a bit too late." I really didn't wanna have to pay for this ugly thing. I could just step outside and pick the blonde I saw hanging out by the phone booth. "Aw c'mon man!" he said slapping her ass even harder. "Don't be shy. She's an ass whore!" Oh! My! God!. Did he just call his wife an "ass whore."That's what I call my mother. She. Then she felt the tapping, not really spanks but time to recognize that this was real, her ass was exposed, she was securely tied to the bed frame and he was really going to do it. The thought caused a flood of juices to coat the invader in her pussy and her hips pushed back into it trying to increase the friction but to no avail. The sound that preceded the first blow was like something from a dream. Not the high swish of a crop but rather the low whistle of something larger. The leather.