Of course, it was the thought of her with her other lovers that excited me. I wanted my wife to be sluttish, promiscuous, wanton, debauched. As she on...e was. But she would not have a bar of it. She had turned a corner in her life, and settled into monogamy, and we tapered off into a quiet routine of occasional, barely satisfying sex. Then I saw Catherine’s ad; found myself waiting in the bar to talk with someone, in whose high-heeled shoes, I wanted my own wife. Catherine was composed, quite. I felt that sensation between my legs, mmm...An erection was brewing, so whilst I take a ride I figuredwhy not take a ride on campus and see what beautieswould be out. Well during my short ride in this mid west campus city I noticedI was running low on fuel. So I stopped for gas and cigs.Mean while I noticed this car pulling in while walking too checkout.Nothing typical, so I paid cashier and grabbed smokes and receipt.As I was walking out I saw a car parked next too mine. The driver was a. " she said with a smile. "by the way, my name is Heather." "I'm John and I am buying." he said and ordered both of them a drink. "A consolation prize?" she asked. "More like a conversation ice-breaker." he said, raising his glass. "To conversation then." she said as they touched glasses. She was sipping her drink when the subject came back up. "Speaking of conversation, when do I get that spanking?" "Do you mean it?" "I am asking. After all, I did lose the game and a bet is a bet." she said,. I was 17 when I was betrothed to my husband, a farm boy and the youngest of four sons, to a divorced father, who beat on his wife and was hard on his c***dren.When I first met him he was gruffy towards me, but when he had been drinking, he changed, and was more sexually suggestive, in fact his three brothers were not married and there was a general lack of female companionship, since their mother walked out, some 15 years prior.I confess to being flattered as a s*******n years old, my head spun.