I wasn’t in the mood for arguing so stayed quiet. I got home from work that evening and took a long, hot shower. Wrapped up in my silk dressing gown..., I took a bottle of wine from the fridge and poured myself a large glass. Stuff it, I thought to myself, I don’t need him to bring me down, I can have fun without that low life son of a bitch. I went into the bedroom and raided my wardrobe. I slipped into a sexy black number I hadn’t worn in ages. It looked stunning on me. Thin straps which hung. I insisted that she would have to tell me about the affair, and what she did with him. She claimed that she saw him about once a week and they would go to his apartment after work and have a drink or two, then have sex for an hour or so before she would have to head home. This all seemed reasonable, except that I know of a few nights where she didn’t come home for a few hours after work. She explained those times off as she had went to the store before she came home. We were working on our. It was an unbelievable feeling. In a few seconds, she moved her head deeper into the pillow and broke the kiss. I moved my hand down and slowly felt the sides of her firm breasts. Woweee! Nice and firm. Then I moved my hand further down and slid it over her exposed pussy. In the bargain, I felt my throbbing hard dick straining against my shorts. So I carefully pulled down my shorts and let my dick out. It had been a long time since I had such a hard and thick erection.I felt her soft pussy hair. I returned to her study and together we filled in thepunishment book.Twenty four strokes of the cane for routine discipline purposesSix strokes for disobedience in failing to count stroke properly despitebeing repeatedly asked to do so.I signed each entry in a shaky hand Amy Browne"She is very nice isn't she, I think that this little arrangement willwork very well, don't you?" Yes Madam," I lied."You may go to bed." Thank you Madam." I curtseyed, I didn't need telling twice; I was soreand.