Her reasoning, which became obvious to all but Donald was — all men want sex, which implies Donald would want sex — he couldn’t have it with his...wife, so if she could get him excited she could lead him by the nose (or a different protrusion). Not that she was going to give him or any man access to her body more often than she could help. You know the sort of woman I mean, all promise and no action. And so it proceeded step by step. Donald of course was totally unaware of what was happening; in. “Oh yes,” she whispered, pushing her leg over his as they caressed. Her hands traced along his back, pulling him closer. To her immense delight Frank nibbled her ear and then descended to her breasts by way of the little valley between her young mounds. He felt her pussy rubbing on his leg and he had a strong suspicion that she was already very wet.“I’m going to kiss every inch of you,” he whispered. She exhaled loudly, her grip strong and imploring. “Every soft, erotic inch of your beautiful. "The poor kid", she said, with a little laugh. "He'll not be able to sit down for a week. Who'd have thought it - Larry seemed a kindly sort."Now there's something I should explain. Ever since we were married I had got into the habit of smacking my wife on her arse during sex. It's a long story, but it had grown up as a thing we did and which she had come to accept, and even expect. The trouble is that she didn't particularly relish it, but I never beat her sadistically and I had found that it. I think she must have heard the sniff in the silence. I felt embarrassed as she smiled and looked down. We entered inside. It was still raining heavily outside.She offered me to change into something and offered a T-shirt. I shyly refused as I was comfortable in my clothes. She went inside and told me she’ll be back with a coffee. My heart was pounding as I was waiting for a sign from her. She came back with the coffee.My God, my eyes were dumbstruck. She had changed into an off-shoulder white.