So, we started at $1250, I’d say you’re down to about…$1050.” Her jaw dropped, tears welling in her beautiful eyes. “Two hund-hundred dollar...? That’s it? I let you tape me masturbating, you made me pretend it was for your weird nephew. You put something in my ass. You-you-you beat me.” She stood up suddenly, whipping around and pulling down her shorts to reveal the crimson welts still striping her firm ass. “See? See what you did to me? It still hurts to sit down. And I did all of that for 200. She did have a very cute bum and it was an instant turn on to think of his cock inside it. I remembered seeing him changing once and being a little jealous of what he had between his legs. Even soft I could tell he had an impressive erection and had found myself thinking about it when I was wanking.I suggested to Nick that we watch some porn to cheer him up. We often did this in a group, laughing but not daring to openly wank or say we were excited. He agreed and put on a VHS. I couldn't see. "Hey man what you up to?" I asked."Just doing some laundry." Glen said carrying a basket down to the basement."You mind if I tag along?" Not at all." he replied.I knew my wife was lingering around the corner listening to me when I asked, "Hey, you know that thing we did Sunday? I sure hope I didn't make you feel awkward, but to be honest I really want to do it again. What about you? Would you mind if I sucked your dick again?" Hey man, think what you want but I don't ever mind having my cock. He had been whipped. No question. After twenty-five years of marriage he was back to only dreaming about it. It reminded him of a joke he had heard at Harry's Bar. One guy asked his friend, "What do a blow job and eggs Benedict have in common?" I have no idea," replied his friend with a chuckle."They are two things you don't get at home."Hearing a sound he turned to see an attractive woman in her late forties sit down at the other end of the bench. He nodded and she smiled. She had a lovely.