It occurred to me that she quit nearly everything she did. I had very much been drawn to that when we first met; it was exciting and spontaneous in it...s own way. She was always doing something new and thinking about her latest adventure, but now that we were in our forties, I realized it was sad. Once something lost its shine, or the reality set in, and she grew bored, she ditched it. I came to the conclusion that if people were able to easily give up children once the novelty wore off, she. I dried my hair and put my make-up on. I went downstairs and waited for my husband to come home. * The door opened and my husband walked in. “Eve, you look amazing. Look at you!” “I’ve missed you.” I walked closer to my husband and we shared a passionate kiss. Our tongues danced in each other’s mouths. “How was vacation? Did the kids have a nice time?” “We had a great time. The kids are at my parents. I thought we could spend time together. What did you do, while I was gone?” “Just. Okay I’ll try not to be too negative but I won’t start packing until I see the confirmation of us winning,’ and Sable Island didn’t come up again until they were in bed. Marcie turned on her side and said, ‘Joe do you realize that if that vacation works out it will be our first vacation in almost five years? We’ve only been married seven so it’s no wonder I’m getting so excited.’ I know but we both agreed that we need to save money so we won’t get into trouble in our old age.’ ‘I know and that. I am Master’s Cum Girl, tied, exposed, helpless and orgasming. Life is perfect.I am so lost in my own pleasure I don’t realise he has moved until I feel the hair brush on my arse. I feel teeth running over my skin; stroking, caressing, abrading. Gentle at first, then the pressure increasing, digging into my flesh, pulling at it, scratching, bringing my nerve endings to life till all my arse is tingling. The first smack; flat side of the brush, right cheek, a throb in my arse, a dull ache.