I told him everything, not leaving anything out. He sat there and stared at me, not saying a word until I was finished. Then there was silence. Ear-sp...itting, nauseating silence that seemed to last hours. I knew it was only a minute or two, but watching him look at me and say nothing made it feel like a day had passed. Slowly he stood up and walked towards the garage.I listened to the amount of swearing that could make a sailor cringe. There were words I never thought I would hear my husband. But that was never a problem again, I suspect my boss (the owner) probably preferred the chance to spank me once in a while.Honestly, I liked the spankings a little bit too. Before you ask, I’m not aroused by the pain; I’m not a masochist. But my husband can be such a wimp, especially since he lost his corporate position, that I enjoy having a man take charge of me. Not all of the time, or even most of the time.For the last 2 years nothing has changed about the spankings. Sometimes when I know. I started climbing up and lifting her shirt little up I could see a mountain above covered with white bra she resisted but little and I removed her shirt now she was there in front of me in bra she was little sharmaofying but stimulation was overpowering her. Now I was kissing her all over the body especially her boobs on side I tried to remove the bra but she refused. I didn’t forced as I will not get what I an getting them I went to her navel and again started kissing there and slowly going. I'll see you tomorrow after school. Maybe Mommy will be feeling better then. Give me a kiss goodnight." I knew Mary was just avoiding me. I went in and lay down on Josh's bed.All week Mary made sure we weren't often alone together. If it looked as if I was going to say something serious, she made an excuse to leave the room. That was okay, I didn't want anything to do with my slut wife. Then when she knew that I was wondering what was going on with her actions, she started picking fights. That.