"Why, are you getting jealous?" No, not at all. In fact, I'm hoping Ralph was bigger than me. It fits the fantasy." What, the cuckold fantasy?" Jen te...ased."Well, more like the hot wife fantasy. My wife being a complete slut to a big dicked stud."Jen stretched her leg under the table until her foot rested in her husband's lap. She smiled when she felt his hard-on. "Oh, you do like that fantasy, don't you?"Mike brought his hand to his lap and caressed his wife's pretty foot, tracing his fingers. She looked down at the table as she spoke, nearly whispered. "I went to a sorority party one spring night. On my way home, alone, I was raped."The silence stretched between them for a long time. Finally, she brought her head up and looked at him again. Tears were streaming down her cheeks. "I was a virgin," was all she said. She returned her gaze to the tabletop."I dropped out and moved back home. I didn't get pregnant, fortunately," she choked. "That would have been more than I could have. “Right,” I said. I shucked my cell and made a quiet call.“Right,” said Abby.The silence ... as silent as a throaty Borla exhaust, belt driven supercharger plumbing a 5.0 V8 turning a six speed paddle shift transmission can be ... not very silent ... was lengthy. Myndee jerked the straps on her five point seat belts tighter.“This isn’t the way home,” she said.Silence ... a little faster silence.I pulled up to the gate at the track. The gate guard said, “30 minutes,” and looked at his watch. I. Seven more smacks, twenty total now, or more likely 21. I hear cries of pain each time now. It is clearly Claire getting a bare bottom spanking. I recall when I was spanked as a child. It was never like this. After a pause, the spanking starts again. Seven more, and again seven more. Either thirty-four or thirty-five total. Claire is clearly in tears now. I hear the locks click on the door. It opens easily when I try it this time, so I leave the room and see a light coming from a room at the.