She had heard of this adult store that also sold spanking implements. Mary, her best friend, had told her about the store. Mary had heard about the st...ore from Pat, who has always spanked her younger brothers. The store was located on the outskirts of the city, and it also sold videotapes and books. In the back of the store, they had unique clothing and spanking implements. My wife went up to the man who was at the counter in the back and said, ‘I’m interested in buying some spanking implements. Her heels pressing into my ass as I pound her against the wall. Pulling her off the wall then slamming her back up against it, over and over as I pump my cock even faster than before. Her head in my neck, muffling the moans that escape her breath, trying desperately to obey my order. My hands are on her ass cheeks, spreading them, holding her body against the wall, fuck her hard up against it. Pinning her against the wall, her whole body starts trembling as she draws nearer and nearer to her. Suddenly hot fluid gushed and spurted through my cunt. It flooded my insides, flowed out of me into the cleft of my backside. The dog pushed of me and hopped down. I opened my eyes.Three sets of eyes looked down at me. What do you think someone asked? You bitches just blew me away I answered. I slowly extricated myself from the chair, my pussy, backside and thighs covered in juice. I need a shower I told them. Not yet said Ruth, you have to come for a walk, so just wipe yourself of a bit with. Liz gave my new drink invention a critical look.“Tell me you didn’t include antifreeze in that,” she said.“I didn’t think of that,” I admitted. “I probably could have. I’ve heard antifreeze tastes sweet and it’s the right color. Shit! I probably opened a $3,000 bottle of absinthe when I could have used a $12 jug of coolant.”“Absinthe?” Liz asked.“I deadened the taste with some crème de menthe,” I replied. “Give it a shot.”Liz took a small sip and looked at me. She didn’t spit it into the sink.