He was spanking me harder and harder, making me shiver with excitement. I hung on to his neck as my husband punished me. In my mind I imagined he was punishing me for what I did...for what I did with our son...for what I did with Frank and with Suzie and with Gina and Elaine...and...oh my god, our son! Oh god I couldn't stand it, I needed more!!!

Suddenly we heard footsteps approaching the kitchen and my husband quickly pulled my nightshirt down gasping, having difficulty controlling his breathing. It was Tommy. He walked into the kitchen saying hi and grabbed a cup of coffee. I was sexually frustrated being...