She announced, "Time for the dollar dance."The band struck up a jazzy melody. My father hustled onto the dance floor. Laughing, he waved a dollar bill... Soon a line of men formed and my new bride was obligated to dance with each after they stuffed a dollar in her apron pocket. My wife basked in the male attention.I watched grinning. I never dreamed a geek like me would end up with a sultry sorority girl like Holly. Even now, I wasn't sure why she loved me. I was just happy she did. Andre jammed. My own mum, was one of the stars back then, she had a huge appetite for sex and most of the men would 'Bag Her', just for the sake of saying they did so. She was a typically tall Scandinavian woman, with a great physic, loved being amongst men of all ages, and as I watched her typical greeting, of full mouth on mouth kissing, she would drop her hand and fondle their cocks and testicles, while some of the men would look at me and smile, my own nudity exciting some more than my mothers fondling. And no, you don't have to do anything for me. Please just accept that our marriage is over. There is no reason for you to hang on to me, as you are still quite young." You are a bastard, John. I want you back as you can play my body better than anybody else..."Suddenly she understood that she had probably said too much."Goodbye, Helen. Please remember the good times we used to have, but try to move on." Bastard!"For some silly reason I felt much better after calling her than I had felt before. I smiled, making a game of it.‘Oh? And what is it you want to confess? Will I have to punish you for being naughty?’Judy looked at her feet, worrying me for the first time.‘Well, while you were away, I – I, um, I asked your mum to spank me again…’She swallowed, and looked up at me nervously, her eyes uncertain.So that was why she’d winced! No wonder! Anybody spanked by my mother would be squirming for days afterwards!‘Oh, you did, did you?’Inwardly I smiled. It had been bold of her to ask! I.