”“Are you ready to become my very slutty wife?”“Yes for as long as you like.”“Okay, a few decades will do.”“I’ll pretend it was you ...who place these rings on my finger,” she said showing her left hand and her wedding rings. “I do, marry you.”“Maybe I can buy you, your own wedding ring to wear in place of those when you are playing my wife.”“Hmm, that sounds like very sexy fun! We will need to have a short honeymoon to consummate our marriage!” she smiled kissing him.“Lisa my love, please pick a. The couple on the sofa enjoyed their wine and kept touching each other.There were more kisses and Chuck grew bolder, slipping his fingers underthe bottom of Gwen's skirt. She responded by stroking the inside of histhigh. Martin, with his low POV, could easily see the bulge beginning togrow in the man's crotch. With nimble fingers Gwen undid his belt,opened his fly, and whipsered for him to raise his hips, which was whenshe tugged his pants almost to his knees, taking his boxer shorts. Surely it couldn’t be he thought. Crikey, yes it was. The hairbrush. The very hairbrush his Mother spanked him with. Right up to the day before he got married. Long wooden handle. Large square wooden head. He had memories of that hairbrush. Sore ones. Tearful ones. Sarah saw the look of recognition in his eyes. She let the hairbrush fall on the bed, and watched as Kevin’s eyes followed it, stopping still, wide open, as the hairbrush hit the bed. “I’ve been to your Mother’s Kevin. We had a good. “You did very well,” he said, his voice husky with desire. “They’re quite straight.” He fastened the clips, fingers brushing her thighs. He took a deep breath and slowly moved his hand between her thighs and up above the stockings. She took a step away from him and turned. “Don’t get fresh. We’re just making sure they fit.” John sighed, then noticed the twinkle in Lois’s eye. She stepped back in his reach. “I think you’re entitled to see the full effect, though.” Swaying her hips, Lois slowly.