It broke us out of the immobility spell that those sudden surges of emotion had cast over us. I took her hand and we crept to the exit, peered out for...several minutes, and then dashed for the car, running stooped over like a pair of really old pensioners who had been given a hefty dose of cocaine with their creamed corn and vitamins.Within minutes we were exiting the services and getting back on the highway, me cursing at myself for not following the earlier plan and using the back roads. I. I was in my car driving home when I got a text from my wife. "Where are you?", It read. I responded with "On my way. Are you okay?" She answered back with a picture message that showed a point of view shot of another man's head buried between my wife's legs eating her pussy and a caption of "you'd better hurry if you want to see this ;-)" My cock stirred in my pants as I rushed home realizing that one of my fantasies was coming true. My phone went off again, I glanced at it, it just read. "I'll carry her up and drive you home."He said to me, as he lifted Sarah up and started up the stairs.Turns out he was a little drunk too, so he made his friend drive us. His friends name was Adam and though he was bigger than Tyler, he pretty much did whatever Tyler said apparently. I climbed into the back seat and surprisingly so did Tyler."Will you look at this fucking girl here Adam?" Tyler said to Adam as we were pulling out."She is so goddamn sexy. Nothing like the dumb whores we usually. Dave has big feet, and for some reason he favours those Granddad-style tartan slippers with the leather soles. I realized I was about to get very well acquainted with this particular slipper. “Since this is your first spanking, we’ll do it over your PJs.” I felt a little disappointed, but a tiny bit relieved at the same time. I’d kind of always imagined being hand spanked, it seemed likely that a slipper would hurt a lot more. Having something between my skin and its sole might well be a good.