John turned toward Mary and covered his lap up with his blanket then let his hand snake under her blanket until he found Mary's skirt. He gently eased...it up over her hips and was rewarded when she turned sideways and let her legs drift slightly apart. John smiled, she wasn't wearing any panties. He slipped his fingers in between her legs and when they touched her pussy he found his wife already wet and receptive to his advances. He smiled to himself and eased two fingers inside her labia and. Even so, when he slapped her, two of her buttons popped off the front of her blouse."I'll show you who's too big for her britches." He continued to yell and grabbing her by her belt undid the buckle and yanked her pants down pulling her cotton panties down with them to her ankles.Then plunging himself into the wooden chair he yanked her down across his lap and proceeded to spank her ass with his bare hand. Strike after strike, he smacked each ass cheek over and over turning them crimson red.. She felt her legs go under her, felt him tighten his grip to handle her weight and then she felt his rock hard body pressing into her. Her arms automatically went around his neck; her fingers were caressing his hair and pulling his lips harder into hers. And a wave of raw lust like she had never ever felt before hit her. She found her fingers unbuttoning his shirt, and then opening his trousers. She felt his hands opening the buttons of her nightie, and then he stepped away from her to lift it. I’m not a fan of classic rock, really, but I know enough to recognize The Doors. Riders on the Storm, I think.“You’ll like our place. It’s somewhat secluded. We enjoy our privacy.” He actually turned to me and winked when he said it, making me giggle, again, a mixture of nervous energy and sexual tension welling up inside me.We talked a bit, then. Or I did. At least I started it. I’m a talker, as my dad used to say. I like to fill the silences, but I like to think it’s not all mindless babble..