There was a moment of silence, as we each had our hands on the other's private parts through our clothing.The silence was broken when Miranda said, "S..., your mom told me that you really want to fuck me."I let out a shocked moan."Is that true?" she asked, giving my cock a squeeze, as she leaned into me and bit my ear.Weakly, I replied, "Yes, ma'am." Ma'am? Ma'am is for old people. Am I old?" she asked, pouting.I stammered, attempting to rectify any insult I unintentionally made, "No, sorry, you. Then I told Susan what Don had learned."That is low!" she exclaimed. "They actually try to get a guy to cheat by putting a bimbo in front of him and telling him he can have her? That is like leaving a cookie in front of a kid, then slapping him for eating it."I was glad she saw things that way. Even faithful men can be tempted. No wife in her right mind should put that sort of temptation in front of a man she loved. As Susan and I discussed it, we decided it had to be more than a divorce ploy.. “Bend over” he mutters stroking her hair. She does as she’s told. “now arms on the arms of the chair” again she obeys. Quick as a flash he ties her wrists to the chair, pulls her legs apart and ties her ankles to the legs of the chair. “mmm my good girl” he says with a delicious purr. He rips her blouse open, caresses her breasts and lifts up her mini skirt before grabbing hold of the brand new paddle. He runs the handle down her skin sending a shiver through her body. He strikes her pert. Just as I suspected, both of our dicks are nearly vertical as we catch each other’s eyes. After several minutes the song ends and a new one starts on the CD mix. It’s Faith Hill’s Just Breathe , one of our favorite love songs. It’s a song that always gets our engines rev-ed up. This time, Lisa pulls my wife in closer and their heads are resting on each other’s shoulder and hands around the others wide hips. My heart rate rises as Lisa moves her mouth towards my wife’s neck and I can see her.