She was in a sate of distress, and the tears were flowing again. SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! Linda had tak...n artistic license with my six blows and made it twelve instead. I was pleased. Still, Jennifer's bottom continued to cavitate in the breeze of the cool fan, and the hot swats had intermingled with him cooling wind. Jennifer was now bawling like a child and reached up to protect her blistered fanny. Once again I grabbed her wrist, and held it. "Ah David" she smiled on opening the door, "Right on time as usual, dinner will be about ten minutes, lets have a glass of wine whilst we wait"I watched as she walked in front of me into her spacious dining room and felt my prick stirring at the sight of her luscious buttocks moving sensuously beneath her thin summer dress."What have you got planned for tomorrow David?" she asked as she passed me a glass of wine, "Or have you forgotten that it's the start of the holiday week?" No I've not. I know I’m not mom, and after all, you married her, not me, right?”“Your mother and I are not married,” he smiled at her. “And I’d love to be inside you again, awake this time. Are you sure this is what you want?”“I want this,” she whispered with a little smile touching the corners of her mouth. “After the first flash of pain, it actually felt pretty good. I want to feel that again.” She looked at him, her eyes a little sad. “Does that make me bad? Am I a slut because I like it?”“A. She confided in me that her husband was a wimp and that his cock was good only to pee. After repeated fucking in the initial years of their marriage, he barely got her pregnant.After that, he hardly ever fucked her. She fingered herself when she felt the urge, which was about once a week. Her husband knew that she fingered herself. He encouraged her because it spared him the exertion of getting on top of her and plunging his pathetic little cock into her.She once even showed me a picture of her.