After two years of fantasies, we decided to take the next step and I’d flirt with men but not actually have sex with them. By then I was as excited ...s my husband was, with the flirting and the attention and mostly because my husband was treating me like a queen at home! One thing led to another and eventually my flirting grew bolder and my behavior sluttier until I was having sex with strange men and both me and my husband were loving it! I probably can’t do this until I’m ninety but I’ll give. And beyond that, is almost unheard of.” “I am obviously not your type, whatever that is. So why am I here? Other than to get me to admit I wrote that story. Are you going to give me a lecture on why it can only be my fantasy?” “Quite the opposite, Honey. You see… I called you in here to…” she stood and walked around the desk and sat on the edge right in front of my face. I took the opportunity to quickly look her up and down. I didn't want to be obvious, but I focused for a split second on her. Then, I slapped them hard with the paddle."OW, YOU MOTHER FUCKER!" She screamed at me. "THAT FUCKING HURT!"I didn't say anything but slapped her feet a second time. "Shut the fuck up cunt! Maybe I need to gag you too. Do you want that, something filling your slut hole mouth. Maybe a nice big dildo. Might be tough to breathe though. You want to go with that? No? Then shut your God damned come hole."She didn't say the safe word, so, I continued on. I ran the paddle up her calves and thighs,. Her hand was rubbing my hardening cock through my jeans.She slipped her hand inside my jeans so that she could play with my balls; her other hand was fumbling with my belt and buttons on my jeans all whilst still kissing. My hands continued to explore her body through the outside of her dress.Eventually, she released my cock from its imprisonment; quickly she had her mouth around it sliding up and down, her warm mouth driving me to distraction, and quickly I could feel myself getting very close.