"You've been having thoughts about one of your students lately, haven't you?" No," he said.I took a full swing, connecting right on the bottom of the ...urve. Well, at the bottom of the muscle. He doesn't have an actual curve, more of a delightful, strong bulging... Where was I? Oh yes, I took a hard swing at the point where his butt joins his leg."Liar!" I said."Ow!" He twisted in pain. The crop hurts. Believe me, I know."Alright, mister," I continued as I tapped the end of the crop on the spot. I had never seen her drunk before, but in the early hours of Christmas day morning I saw her not only drunk, but also stark naked, as everyone still standing stripped off and leapt into the heated pool to celebrate the holiday. That was a sight that will be forever imprinted in my memory. Twenty to thirty people of all ages and sizes splashing around as naked as nature intended, laughing and hugging one another without the remotest sexual overtone. Wonderful night...My fiftieth birthday was. As we continued to have our phone sex affair, he had mentioned that wanted me to meet him at a hotel room where he was staying in Maryland. He wanted us to be in an adjoining room where he and his wife so he can lick my ass and pussy. I told him straight up, I am kinky but now way in hell that I am going to be in a hotel room while your wife is sleeping next door. Later I figured that he was cultivating a phone sex relationship because he was coming to my area for a vacation. So I ended. After that I began to notice my wife’s whole demeanor changed. She started swearing a lot; every other word out of her mouth was fuck, asshole, or bitch. She began to drink a lot at home and on occasion you could smell the aroma of pot around the house. She began wearing clothing only a biker chick would wear. Tight cut off shorts showing half her ass, black leather bras, black nylons, leather vests and very tight denim jeans. Even in public she was dressing like a biker’s slut. What happened.