I had no business having an affair. Much less with a total asshole. He was pushy, condescending and arrogant. It was precisely those qualities that we...e so damn attractive. Normally I am a smart and confident woman. Why I was smitten with a narcissistic cad was beyond my reason. I could hardly eat and I was distracted constantly. I daydreamed of us fucking and hated myself for it. I threw myself into work and being super mom and the world's greatest wife. It didn't work, I still thought of. Thrilling a little, ashamedly, she would pull the whip off the wall and stretch it to its full length, massaging oil into the leather. The leather braid grew darker as she rubbed the oil in, making it more supple by her ministrations. Keeping it ready.The master didn't use the whip often, which is why it required these weekly attentions. But regular attention had the dual purpose of also keeping her focused on the instrument of her punishment, should she choose to disobey. Disobedience was. I didn't mind this at all. in fact I would always go to bed before them, my wife would make up a bed for him and come to bed a few minutes later.On one particular evening I went up to bed the same as usual, whilst I was going to bed I heard giggling and protests coming from down stairs. Julie came up to bed a few minute later. After getting into bed I placed my hand on her pussy. I could not believe how wet it was, I said "did anything happen whilst you were sorting Justin's bed out". She said. Boston.’ And that’s when we both connected all the dots. And that’s when the estrogen really kicked my ass. ‘You mean?’ I said beginning to sob. ‘Hank was just out to make a movie?’ Dennis put his arm around me. ‘There there, it’s OK.’ The three she males came over as well. ‘Just let it all out.’ suggested Francessa. I must have been pretty loud. Everyone had stopped argueing and were now staring at me. (Awkward!) Bella brought me a box of kleenex to keep my makeup from running. After pausing.