Her legs curled around Him, urging Him to take her harder, faster. Her eyes glazed and her head lolled back, her legs tightening around Him, locking H...m close. “Please Master…” her voice was a low wheeze, breathless from his thrusts. “Please what, My girl?” another few hard thrusts accompanied the words, his deft fingers still moving against her nerves, making her gasp and whimper. “Do you want to come for your Master? Do you want that privilege?” She tried to speak, her words coming out in. She wanted more -- more ... what? Excitement? Yes, that was it. She wanted excitement in her life. Hers and Manny's marriage was a good one but, in her mind, completely devoid of excitement. Yes, as all wives do at one time or another, she had toyed with the idea of an affair. Her tennis coach at the club had let it be known he was interested and the new English teacher at the local high school had cornered her one day at the supermarket and had let his wishes be known.Yet she had said no to. . mmmm, how incredibly turned on ... that makes me? I know you want a hot wife. You chose me to be not just your wife but also your slut. Baby, you won't have to twist my arm. I want it just as much as you do, and I will worship you like you cannot imagine."I kept thrusting into her, and she bucked her ass in a frenzy. "Oooh! Oooh! Oooh!" she moaned, her breathy voice becoming a high-pitched warble that matched the rhythm of her ass slapping against my hips.Her gorgeous breasts were bouncing. I restricted my spankings to just his buttocks. Dad didn’t seem to mind either way. He would always say something like, “Ah, you got me. Yeah, I guess you owe me ten for that. I should have paid more attention to what you were saying,” and then bend over without even being told.It was hard to tell what Luke had been feeling this past week. I assumed he was ashamed and emasculated because that was what we were doing to him every day.“Why are you doing this?” Manny asked my brother. A question I.