‘You just go to work and we will talk after you get home…’ I sighed and finally made my way out of the door. *** That night as I came home from ...work, I slid my key into the lock and jiggled it a bit, already a little sick of the faulty lock. I opened the door after a little struggle. ‘James, I’m ho—’ I cut myself short as I saw the entire apartment covered in rose petals and filled with candlelight. James sat at our little dinner table with a plate in my spot and a plate in his. The food was. Cherry started pulling my jeans down so I lifted my ass to help her. She smiled and thanked me for my help. When she got them off she grabbed the waistband of my underwear and pulled them down too exposing my hard-on.Cherry said, “Okay girls, remember the rules? His cock has to go in your mouth before it goes in your pussy and then someone has to lick it clean afterwards.”Then Cherry slipped her mouth over my cock. All I could think of was that it was going in her pussy next and that I would. Yet I knew when I got home and changed in to my house clothes I will revert to being the obedient daughter my Mother loved, although tonight like on so many other occasions that maternal love will take the form of an across her knee bare bottom spanking that will have me crying my eyes out. I sort of intended earning that spanking when I made the call, but didn’t expect her to decide so quickly. Still, at least I knew I was going to be disciplined tonight. Mum will give me a long hard hand. ”“Oh fuck.” I poured myself out a drink and took it into the rear garden to think about it.I was fifty-five while the lovely Wendy was just thirty, we had what we both considered to be the perfect marriage, it was one that many people would have considered to be immoral, but it suited us and that was all that mattered to us.We were swingers, but also we had an open marriage, in other words, we’d both, over the years, had other lovers.Wendy had a far higher sex drive than me, but it had never.