I was whipped after a very long week and an ass chewing earlier that same day. Late morning ass chewing's are the worst I think. You have all morning ...to wait for it to happen and all afternoon to stew about it and try to stay out of sight.I was only interested in finding out how much of my ass was missing when Connie came in from work. She had been shopping. After dropping her bag on the counter she came over and sat next to me.We were both frazzled. We sat for several minutes before she looked. There were seven of us in the group. All of the others were about fifty yards away in the water enjoying the waves. I was enjoying Sarah. I lay back on the towel and closed my eyes. I was hoping to have a nice daydream about Sarah. I began thinking of different scenarios in which we may find ourselves alone. I must have drifted off. “Michael?” I heard a voice call my name. I thought it was in my dream. “Michael?” The soft voice said again. It wasn’t in my dream. It was Sarah. “Sorry, I. I begin to get dressed, figuring out the strap on, sliding on the boxers, my slacks and my silky shirt. This is something new. I knew of his panty fetish but, what am I to do with my "new" cock?I begin down the stairs, stopping about half way to adjust my cock in my pants. My hubby better have something very special planned, he could be looking at a spanking for being a bad boy otherwise. As I approach the last steps, he is standing at the bottom of the steps and waiting for me. I tilt my head. Nigel wondered where he’d gone wrong that day. All for the sake of fucking a teen fanny, when all he had to to do was get home and do the usual on Patricia, known as Trish. OK he was caught shagging young Debbie, who’d only popped in for some buns, seeing him in the shop and really fancied him, behind the bakers business in the High Street where Gundelow and Sons were renovating the next door charity shop. You’re a silly cunt, Nige mumbled to himself. The gang he did part time work for on.