”Although it went against the grain to hit my wife, I knew it wasn’t exactly a punishment as such. Perhaps once in a month, there would be some re...son that Sally would contrive to justify a spanking. At the end of it, she would be wet as a swamp, and I would bend her over a chair or some other item of furniture, bury myself to the hilt and fondle her breasts as I pumped into her.She moved the table away and draped herself over my lap. “Ten, tonight, Sally. Count them.”I knew better than to hold. The punishment began losing its meaning; I now enjoyed this daily routine.Mean while I continued my daily chores. I noticed more and more lace panties and thongs in Joey’s clothes basket. At first I thought maybe he was collecting souvenirs from his girlfriend’s but I had never seen him with a girl? Then one day after Barb had finished her “inspection” she turned to me and saidYou’ve done it this time girl.She never told me what I had done wrong but I knew better than to ask, she grabbed my. Then after several minutes he started getting faster and deeper inside her clit. She started to ride him, fucking him harder, he pounded her clit, and stroked her breasts.She pulled his head towards him and kissed him passionately I was still watching this, eventually I grabbed my camera and started taking pictures and video of the events, my cock began to grow, I was getting aroused at seeing my wife with our friend.A little earlier in the evening I had ordered a pizza, in the events that had. But no, no, not with him. She honestly found herself in desperate need to fuck him in her mouth. Like now, when she couldn't shake the need and found her mouth and pussy getting wetter with every thought of it. What else could she do, but satisfy her craving even if he wasn't there to be apart of it. She closed her eyes as she imagined her tongue tasting his manhood as she stroked his cock with it; making sure to put pressure on the extra sensitive parts of his shaft. Not to miss any part, she.