Jean stood near the table watching the men play, for their part the men seemed more interested in their cards than in my wife, she looked across the t...ble and our eyes met for one brief moment then she looked back to the men at the table. In that one glance I had seen my wife's shame and humiliation and something else; I had seen the first glimmerings of excitement, and to say I was surprised was an understatement."Okay," one of the men said as he studied his cards, "winner of this hand gets to. ‘Well then, I’ll be waiting with a kiss and a rose. Sweet dreams princess.’ Placing the phone back in it’s cradle, goosebumps invade her warm skin, as his words once again leave her feeling like the only woman in the world. He truly makes her feel like a princess. She finishes the last of her popsicle and falls to sleep thinking that she couldn’t possibly fall any more in love with him. She soon finds out that’s it’s impossbile not to. The next night finally arrives and a quick glance at her. She had to stand quickly. Her tits were pointing up and the nipples were being pulled tight."That should hold you for a few minutes. I need an apology now. You're being naughty." I went to the bag again and retrieved the short 'Cat of Nine Tails" whip. She was standing on her toes by the bedside to relieve the pressure on her nipples and was starting to breathe fast."Charlie. Really now..." That was as far as she got. I swung the whip at her ass and it made a satisfying splat across her. It slid in easily right up to my balls making her sigh with pleasure."Gently darling" she whispered, "Fuck me nice and gently" Lovely mum" I encouraged her, "I love hearing you use language like that" Play with my cunt Mark, diddle me while you shag me"Her legs parted slightly and she let out a gasp of pleasure as I found her clitoris and squeezed it gently between a finger and thumb."We should be doing this with another woman mum" I breathed into her ear, "She could be doing this with her.