" “I’m not having one. I think my slutty wife has slept with the neighbor. I have to say, it’s kind of making me hard. So did you fuck him?” ...��Yes. I fucked him. Are you happy now?” My husband didn’t say anything. He just looked at me with a weird face. He grabbed his beer and drank it down really quick. “Get me another beer! I want you to tell me about it.” I walked to the kitchen and grabbed him another beer. I opened it up and handed it to him. My husband took the beer and proceeded to. I had given her all the weapons she neededto destroy me mentally, socially and financially...and now I wasliterally at her mercy.She looked at me, and I could not understand the emotions I was seeing.I did my best to prepare myself for annihilation, but after a bit shesaid something no other woman had said to me. "I want to meet her beforeI decide. Next weekend we will have another date where you introduce meto her. It's my turn to cook."-----The best description for my feelings is shock. . "What?" My dad took my hand and placed it on my stomach, it was then I realized I didn't have a shirt on. I didn't get what he was doing as he moved my hand lower. It hit me when he got to my groin that I had no body hair left. He left my hand there and reached down to my dick, rubbing my limp cock and stroking my balls. I stammered and mumbled but I didn't even know what to say, I was beginning to panic.Then the real shock hit me when he pulled my hand up and sat it on my left breast. I. ” Silence still. I let him stew a moment. He was now very uncomfortable that was for sure. “Get the hairbrush Peter” I snapped. He obediently went to the bedside cabinet and got it. He held it out for me but I just said “Right, follow me then.” Peter looked up at me. He knew what I was going to do. He knew Susie was downstairs. “Please Jackie, not in front of Susie. Spank me up here, as hard as you want. Please Jackie.” “Enough” I snapped. .