He teased, pulled and sucked her swelling clit as his fingers fucked her deep and hard. “Mmm, your hands feel so good darling.”“So does your ski... my dear. How’s your neck?”She turned her head and answered, “For some strange reason, it has quit hurting. I think you might have had something to do with that.”“What can I say love, I wanted to help you stop hurting.”She giggled and batted her green-eyes, “Oooh you did, now I have another pressing problem.”He looked up directly into her face then,. I moved my lips down her body. This time, I did not avoid her breasts. No denial this time, only passion and pleasure. I kissed, nibbled, and adored her breasts and nipples. Her breathing again became heavy, and rapid. As if grasping for air, she whimpered and moaned in ecstasy."Oh, Master A, I'm going to....going...!" At that moment I stopped. "Please don't stop", she begged.I grabbed her 4" pink butt plug and brought it to her mouth. "Suck on it, spit on it, get it wet my Slut!" I released. He had also carefully cultivated a “shadow-beard”, like a 5 o’clock shadow but very dark, very short and very shaped. It made him look like a rather sexy lothario.As he settled on the bar-stool, his dark blue jeans stretched tightly over his thighs and, glancing down, my eyes traced the stitched seam of the V-shape between them, to his round and well-packed crotch. I noticed that two buttons of his flies were fashionably undone and through the little gap, I caught a tantalizing glimpse of. I am Robert (Rob, not Bob or Bobby) Jenkins; I am now 42 years old. I have been married to Cindy for 17 years; we have two children 16-year-old twins Mac and Marci.I was having my morning coffee when Cindy dropped the bombshell. She had not been very loving for almost the past four months. Since right after the start of the new school year she had been snippy, quick to argue, eager to criticize.I was fed up with it all. I had basically moved out of the bedroom and into the guest house. The only.