We quite openly discussed our feelings and, it transpired that while my husband had an abhorence of hurting me himself, he nevertheless thrilled at th... idea of my abuse and punishment at the hands of other men.Time continued to alter my attitude until after a couple of months I was looking back upon my beating with fond memories and I knew that if an opportunity arose, I would enthusiastically submit once more.From that point onwards I purposely, at nights when my husband and I were fucking,. After that I slowly made her get up and I raised her tops up to the level of her bra. I started kissing her belly and her navel and she was moaning ever so slightly. Then I removed her top completely and she took my t shirt off. She hugged me tightly placing her face over my bare chest. Then I started to kiss her breast over her bra. It was a sexy bra which exposed her wonderful breasts to almost her nipples. Her moans started to grow louder. It made me more and more horny. Then I unhooked her. Gramma said "I Will sleep on the couch. It's not fair to kick The boy out of his room." No, Gramma, that isn't right either!" And shook my head "The only other option was to share your bed then son."I was horrified at the thought. But it was better than sleeping on our worn out couch.Grandma is really a sweet woman and has always treated me special, so after considering my options, I agreed to share my room with her.Grandma was nearing 65 and while she not an overly attractive woman but, she. I tested the handle, and to my surprise, it turned. I walked into the house and tentatively called out, “Don?” No response. But there were some sounds, like creaking, coming from above. “Don?” I called out again, a little louder. Instead of a response, I heard moans. I froze. I suddenly felt very awkward. This man was surely having sex upstairs and his maid was downstairs listening. Unsure of what to do, I started cleaning the downstairs but I kept getting distracted by the moans from above.