I got behind her and began to spank her round buttocks with the whip. I was flogging her a bit harder and she was using her fingers to pinch her nippl...s. I carefully spread her ass cheeks and leaned over to rim her tight rosebud.Brenda was again panting and moaning. I used my free hand to finger her clit and then began to finger her as my tongue ate her asshole. Her ass was getting red and I could notice she was about to cum again. Just as her orgasm began, she started shaking and I quickly got. Yes I get turned on by intelligent women who can carry on a good conversation. Her tits were big enough, plump enough to show the maturity and nourishment it had for those years.Her neck, flowing to lovely curve to her shaped shoulders. The shoulders I noticed the first time I saw her with her shoulder exposed top.Her waist line had the kind of curves i love. The hourglass waist flaring out to plum hips and round handful ass! I so felt like reaching out and grabbing them instead of the clothes. It was 11 pm and just before I paid the admittance fee, I stopped to look at myself in the mirrored walls. Reflected before me was a sexy, if a little sluttish looking woman in her thirties. The only discrepancy being that I was actually a 37-year-old man, happily married and, here at the precise instruction of the woman I loved and was married to. She had returned home a day early, from a trip to her sister's place, in the country. What she found as she walked in, was her husband wearing her. We were both seeing other people at the time, so everything that was wrong about it was very wrong, but we couldn’t leave each other alone and the lack of opportunities was making us both hornier by the day. We would steal kisses in the lift, or spend 10 minutes in a bathroom, but in a fairly small building, it wasn’t easy to be alone or find time when either of us wouldn’t be missed. We’d nip out for coffees at lunch or a quick drink after work, but with someone waiting at home, we couldn’t.