Pretty please, bro! I like being your sister, but I will love being your wife, too! Think of it!” Serena pleaded with me, putting her arms around my...neck and kissing me in a way that left no doubt that she had more than sisterly affections in mind.“And what about your husband ... and Sarita’s?” I noted, tempted though I was.“History. He refused to reverse his vasectomy and that was it. Irreconcilable differences! Plus, he caught me sleeping with Shelly. No doubt he’ll have nothing good to tell. You are lucky, I will start with the flogger."I heard the swish of a multi-strand rubber or leather flogger. I felt it on my bottom. Mmmmm.... Gentle. Soft. Nice. And even after ten or so strokes, it was a warm tingle, a pleasant warming sensation. The swings started getting harder. I started yelping a little. OK, this was not so nice. Ah. Ah. Ow. Ow. My thighs and bottom were certainly stinging now. I don't know, maybe thirty strokes or so, and then a respite. Whew. I figured it was over. I. "Why? Why did you do it, why did you do that to me? Didn't you even care about what it would do to our marriage?" To answer your questions in order sweetie, one, I did it because you called me a bimbo and that is what bimbos do. Two, I did it to you because I could, and three, I knew that it wouldn't do anything to our marriage. You love me and you won't do a fucking thing that might piss me off and make me leave. And four, even though you haven't asked, yes I do plan on doing it again — lots —. ” ”Why?” ”Why do I want to sell myself or why do I want you to help me?” ”Both.” ”Ok, well the thought of being a prostitute and having men pay me has been a fantasy of mine for a long time. It's part of the reason I became a stripper. Why you? Its because I trust you and we have never fooled around.” ”Why does that matter?” ”Well it's because I want this to be real. As real as possible for my first time and since we've never had sex it won't feel like roll playing.” ”Um,.