” as she looked at me. Since last night I had thought about fucking Ashley, but always thought Cindy was drunk and just trying to enhance our sex li...e, now she told me that she really wanted to bring Ashley into our bedroom. I looked at her with this stare that said I had no idea she was serious. She put her head in her hands and said, “You think I’m a pervert, I should have never said anything about this,” as she started to cry. I got up from my seat and went and sat in the chair next to her. .My wife Mandy has a fetish. Spanking. Come to think of it, you'd better add slippering, belting and caning to that as well. Now don't ask me where it comes from because I've got no flipping idea. Even while we were courting she never mentioned a thing, though come to think of it, looking back whenever (read: as often as I could) I was giving her one doggy-style in the backseat of my mini she would always go off like a fucking rocket whenever I patted and pinched her bum. Besides, how was I to. Somebody had fucked my wife while she was passed out on the bed.I got her skirt pulled down and tried to wake her up, but it was no use. I went down stairs and found my boss and got him to help me get Rita out to our car and then I drove home. I wrestled Rita into the house, stripped her and put her to bed and then I sat in a chair next to the bed. I looked at my zonked out wife and understood why someone would want to fuck her; even passed out drunk she was more desirable than half the women. "Yeah, I was turned on by Collin when I felt his cock in your pussy. I didn't want to turn loose of it" "I know. I felt your fingers between us, feeling us both. Should we let them fuck us?" Shelly asked. "What? You're joking, right?" "No, I'm dead serious. If Travis has the hots for me, and I think he's cute; and if Collin has the hots for you, and he turns you on, we'll always be worried about... about something happening." I thought hard about what she was saying. I didn't want anything.