It sort of was. Was this spousal abuse of some kind? I didn't know and was too drowsy to think too much about it.I forgot, clearly, that you aren't su...pposed to mix Ambien and alcohol. The rules are clear on that. But I was headed straight to bed, so it didn't matter, right? I distinctly remember rolling my commuting jeans and underwear off as one unit, like a dirty rubber band, and slipping into a pair of cotton panties and a camisole top. Then I crawled in next to my snoring bear of a husband. Then another. So whoever it was they were into spanking. I wriggled my bottom and got another smack. All I could hear for a few moments was the sound of twigs snapping. I was puzzled, but the answer to that mystery was soon delivered.A swooshing sound, ending in a stinging smack across both cheeks of my bottom, stinging sharply, forcing me to push forward until stopped by the tree. Then another caning across my bare bum, and another. Then noises from behind the tree.The mystery caner dropped. "Oh, yes, honey! Oh, my yes! Yes, yes, yes!"Ted seemed to be trying to speak, but the words wouldn't come out. He opened and closed his lips like a fish out of water, his eyes taking on a dazed dullness. His cock seemed to lurch inside her cunt, fiery in hardness. He managed to pull his hands from between her hot thighs and his crotch. When he rested his palms on her thighs, his fingertips just touching the thick hair of her cunt, Joan began to sob softly."Please don't cry, Mom," she heard her. There were usually boaters, people on jet skis or simply locals swimming about, considering how nice of a day it had turned out to be. Instead, he found they were alone, except for one or two boats far off in the distance. “A penny for your thoughts,” she offered as she stepped up behind him and wrapped her arms around his firm torso. He grabbed one arm and lifted it to his face, where he planted a kiss upon her warm skin. “A penny won’t get you very far these days,” he pointed out..