This is a true story of me exploring my sexuality after years of frustration and wondering. I was early 40's long term married guy. I had a decent se... life at home, not brilliant but she never said no. I introduced her to vibrators and dildos and generally she let me do whatever I wanted to her. She just never took the lead. About 3 months earlier I had the opportunity to work away from home. It meant spending about 4 nights a week in hotel rooms. Now, I had not been faithful to the wife for a. My hips twitched every time her fingers brushed over my sex. Finally, the last button slipped through the hole, and she let her blouse slide down her arms and tumble to the floor. Her breasts, big, befitting her figure, were held up by a lacy half-bra which just barely covered her nipples. I stared at the orbs, pale and smooth; only a small patch of wrinkles was visible above the cleft between them, and the smoothness of her skin belied her age. Her fingers wrapped around my cheekbones and she. Suddenly I wanted more again, I opened my eyes and saw Diane curled up onthe other side of the bed and I couldn't resist inching myself closer toher. She was fast asleep and I moved myself to within an inch of her andsmelled her hair, it smelled wonderful like rose pedals and I could feel mypanties beginning to dampen again. I couldn't resist touching her, ever solightly brushing my hand over her shoulders and against her heaving perfectlittle breasts, Being careful not to wake her up though.. She came back after a minute though, and this time without the phone, instead she had a leather whip in her hand and something metallic. ‘Well slave boy, now you will learn your lesson. You will learn to trust your mistress’ judgment’. ‘Yes mistress’, he sobbed, ‘I’m so sorry, thank you mistress’. He didn’t care what she would do to him, he’d take anything just to know that he was still hers and that she wouldn’t leave him, he’d prove to her that he could take the pain, that he was strong for.