I shared all the gory details of our shitty vacation and the traffic we were stuck in and he said “why don’t you swing west a bit and join me here... I’ve got an extra bedroom and I’d love to spend some time with you”.I looked at my wife and she shrugged her shoulders before I responded, “Are you sure we won’t be imposing Benny?”To which he said “Hell, no! I’d love the company, it’s too damn quiet here!”We agreed to swing his way which was a brilliant decision because it got us out of the traffic. Let me fix that so it won't fall all over you." Tying a knot at her right hip, the neck hole stretched down, showing most of her bra.As much as he loved the sight of her gentle teen cleavage, Dave knew adjustments were needed. Looking at her, he said, "No this won't do." He reached through the huge neck hole of the tee shirt and pulled at the center of her bra. "You'll get paint all over your nice bra."After saying that he untied the knot and slipped off the tee shirt before Megan could think. He then proceeded to spank quite hard and you could see the cheeks reddening. He stopped made her stand then told her to remove the skirt and knickers. She screamed at him NO. He just looked and said do it or it will be worse. She did then he asked me to sit down and he made her bend down in front of me and told her to show me her backside and the red cheeks. A very beautiful site but I didn’t touch.He pulled her back over his knee and began to spank rigourously and she started wriggling and. It was Beth. A Pleasant, most feminine voice, directed my attention to the conversation. We chatted for an hour Exchanging pleasantries. Over the course of the next few months, maybe a year ... we talked by phone and on the computer ... and it became graphic.She was suppressed. She was a woman who had been in a 20-year marriage without gratification, and me, a man free from one of 25 years and looking. She was not sure; I was not either. Slowly, we teased each other into more.She slowly opened.