On our final meal evening, I had a split second where I had a change of heart. I don’t know why or what possessed me. I loved my wife, he was making...her happy and I sort of resigned myself to it.Sally had returned from work early; excited about her leaving meal. As she got ready we opened a bottle of prosecco that was part of a leaving gift. She showered and we both got ready together. I watched her put on some very sexy lingerie and a lovely tight-fitting black dress that accentuated her sexy. ... but this just seemed to arouse her more...i pulled apart... slapped her 2-3 times more and threw her on the bed.....she was half naked by now....i pulled off my own clothes.... then removed all her clothes too...i turned her on the bed.... and started spanking her ass with one hand...so hard that she was screaming within seconds of it...now i started putting fingers of my other hand i her ass.... while spanking her continuously....by now... she was screaming at the top of her voice....so i. I didn’t know that was possible.” Chad sat quietly on the bed, his cock semi-hard – I had no idea if it was getting harder or softer, just that it was somewhere in between. “Chad,” I asked, “why didn’t you take any pictures?” “I did,” he said, “until the film ran out. You were . . . engrossed.” I’d never noticed the flashes. What I did notice, though, was how totally unsatisfied I was. Always happy to masturbate for an audience, I straightened up over Chrissie and reached between my legs. I. A couple of days later, my curiosity got the better of me, and I searched 'hot-wife' stories! I have to say after my initial shock of reading what he was actually wanted me to do, I ended up reading a couple of the stories. To my embarrassment, I was starting to get turned on. I turned off the computer trying to work out what the hell happened and to sort what was going on in my head.However, the next day I found myself back on the computer I read more stories and found blogs from wives.