” “The swats, Mistress, please, I’ll take the swats.” “Somehow I figured you would say that.” She giggled, and then her hands pressed soft...y down on my shoulders, letting me know what to do. I went back down onto my knees and leaned my upper body against the passenger seat. “Hold up your skirt, and don’t dare to move your hands once I start.” My movements were slow and hesitant, but after almost a minute I had done as she asked. My breasts rested against the corner of the passenger seat, and my. I grabbed his wrist and held it, preventing him from lowering the toy. He let out a moan of frustration. “Not cool,” he panted, turning his head to look at me. We kissed, and I ran my finger along his exposed shaft, which was slippery with the artificial lubricant that had come with the toy. It trembled when I touched it. I wasn’t really out to torture him, though. I let him go, and he resumed. I was getting close myself. Sandy stiffened, his entire body going taut and rigid. His breath. The following weekend Suzy informed me that it was all arranged for the following week and just gave me that cheeky smile. Fortunately I had decided to go along with the idea as I was desperate for a threesome with two women. The day arrived and turned up having planned what was to happen, I would set up my laptop at the back of the room, behind where the girls would sit, and have a porn film showing to ensure my erection. Suzy told me she wanted me to shoot my load onto the glass coffee table. They were seen in upscale restaurants where she paid, and little Delis and bistros, where my husband picked up the check. However, far more disturbing they were often together overnight at his room in Queens or her place in Brooklyn’s Carol Gardens.I decided to confront her in the hope of putting an end to it before everyone, I knew, was aware that my husband was stepping out on me and before things spiraled out of control.“Well, you got here quick,” she said.I had taken the seat opposite her.