He slapped his manhood on my clit. I could hear my juices splattering. He entered me, deep and all at once, burying his dick to the hilt. The shaft pu...hed the head deep into me and it hurt so good. Slow at first but then faster.He pulled out and flipped me over and started spanking me again, this time with his hand."You're a bad girl, Amanda. I'm married. You know I'm married. Are you a whore like your mother? Are you happy? You made me cheat on my wife, Amanda. You need to be punished. A whore. How could he treat me like this, I thought, but my place now was not acarefree teenage boy, I was a meek obedient trophy wife and wasexpected to act as one. But now I also knew I needed to keep him interested. I needed him tofuck me. "Do you want me to go and slip into something sexy for you?" Iasked, the feelings of shame I felt were second only to the feeling ofhorniness that was getting worse all the time. "I think you are sexy asyou are," Allen replied with a mischievous grin, "why don't. No longer laughing and joking with the men, he was clearly disturbed, and sad.He stepped up to me and quietly asked, "Is it true, T'esa?" Yes and No, Tom. Can we talk about it later?" Sure, later."At least the men were no longer in a position to pinch my bottom. The women were sympathetic - at least seemed so - and one of them, a college friend of Beth's, talked with me at some length. She wanted to understand my desire to dress up, for she had a son, slightly younger then I, who seemed to have. I was quiet, moving almost not at all, but she finally got it that something was going on, half drunk as she was."What ya doing?" she finally asked."I'm fucking Ann," I said. Romy said something like omigod and tried to get up, and then Ann did something I didn't expect her to do. She grabbed her hand and said, "Stay."She sat up and took her shirt off, and her skirt too. "Look at his dick, it's beautiful," she said and got on her back, spreading open. I took my shorts off, too, and laid on top.