I have to examine myself if there lies a hurt feeling inside me. But I couldn’t sense it. Maybe because we’re even. My husband fucking Dan’s wif..., and Dan fucking me. But no. What I feel is a wonderful thing. My heart beats faster and faster every time the clock goes closer to night time. Then my husband arrived. It’s the same lovely face I saw, no feeling of remorse, no suspicion, no nothing. It’s the same usual hug and kiss. After my husband played with our children, he finally came to our. I had spied her before but was going to keep that to myself. I wondered if she was up to something and asked her. She promised it was on te up and up. She said she was curious about men and cocks. So I dropped my trunks and grab my lotion and stood there and wanked one out in front of Sophie. I must say I found it to be a turn on for me and must have been for her as she had her hand in her shorts the whole time. About a week later Sophie came to my room and lay on the bed with me. I just had. At first, I had been in control, as much as I could be, save for those occasions when the girl I’d glimpsed in the tower resurfaced. I was her teacher in all things, be they the dangers and delights of a world newly discovered or the more sensuous carnal desires that we had awoken within each other. Slowly, our dynamic shifted. She was a quick leaner in all things. Once the doors of her curiosity had been thrown open, she drank in everything with astonishing enthusiasm. Although she’d never. I felt some of the tension ebb away.'I think we have something to talk about,' he said, eyes flicking towards the thick leather belt lying half-coiled on the table. 'Don't you?'Later, after the second bottle of good, really good wine was empty, we had talked about everything. Jeff seemed to be totally open, so I had repaid the compliment. He knew about my half-hearted experiments with spanking and I knew about his far greater experience. He knew how interested I was in exploring that side of my.