I noticed a few little signs like love-bites or changes in her style, but nothing serious in our joinings several times each week. I got most, but not...all of the weekends. Occasionally, though, she did a weekend thing with somebody, returning to tell about where she went but no mention of her companion.The thing that most kept me hanging in there wasn’t her lovely face, her lush body, nor the skill with which she used it for our mutual pleasures. It was the deeper bonding of two people meant to. " You're the boss," Nance sighed."Ming," Peterson looked down at me. "You're made for pleasure..." Someone's idea of pleasure," Nance interjected softly. I glanced at her and saw some compassion in her eyes."Quiet..." Peterson continued, "You're a Level 9 Submissive/Masochist, which is peak. Your Emotional Responses are topped out, everything from fear and love, to shame and pride and all the stuff in between. Normally these responses would be graduated, on a sort of curve if you want to. In a short time not even two hours i got a text message from my wife"Oh boy we arrived at a hotel room! Love you"I felt i was in heaven, my cock was hard and my fantasy a realityAfter 2 hours i got a second text "Baby we are done, you are so much better, coming home "She arrived, my sexy wife arrived home from her first date, as a hot wife.I could wait to hold her in my arms and make love .She explained everything to me , the guy took advantage of our discussion and told her everything what we. “You’re soaking wet, honey,” He purred. “You want my cock in you, don’t you?” He snarled, and his fingers began slipping into her slit. “And guess what? You’re gonna get a beating first, baby doll.” Paddles were in heavy supply in the Playroom, and he selected a short one, essentially a ping-pong paddle without the rubber backing. He drew the edge of it along her wet and swollen pussy lips, her whimpers music to his ears. Without warning, he drew back and the paddle landed on her left.