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If you stop working at a relationship the result can range from disturbing to disastrous. I can only claim the former but it does leave me on the horns of a dilemma.Recently my mood has been dark. Life does not seem as fulfilling as I want it to be. I don't shout or moan but things just seems to drift on and on. John has noticed but has reacted my giving me 'more space' which is just as infuriating.Thus I find myself in bed with the male half of our neighbors on a Wednesday afternoon. Considering how much we have both had to drink he is giving rather a good account of himself. We met at a local shopping Mall and moved on to a very boozy lunch at TGIF. Abandoning our cars we bundled ourselves into a taxi which is how I find myself in their bedroom half dressed with my legs uncomfortably locked around his neck.He had worked by bra off my breasts in the back of the taxi. I am not sure how much the driver saw but I was decidedly disheveled as we got into his hallway. Moments later his mouth was clamped to a nipple and two fingers were sliding into me, my jeans and knickers round my ankles as we lay on the stairs. I managed to kick them off and get myself spread if not comfortable. He moved his thumb to just above my clit and rubbed in a circle, hard. It was not our first tryst so he had some idea what I liked so it was no surprise that I quickly managed a climax of sorts.The aftermath of my orgasm came with a realization of how badly I needed to pee. I scrambled up the stairs and plonked myself down on the loo. I was still in mid flow when he joined me, now also bottomless. He obviously liked what he saw. "Push back a bit" he said grinning.He pushed his semi erect prick down and released his own stream. I have never been that impressed with the ability of guys to aim and here was more proof with quite a lot running over my thighs and pubes.Laughing I pulled him closer and let his warm fluid run down my stomach. Hardly letting me finish he pulled me onto the floor and clamped his mouth to my doubly wet pussy. I managed to maneuver us so I could at least get my hands on his erection. It was very pleasurable to massage his foreskin as his mouth explored. He came copiously onto my boobs and I rubbed it in to my skin as he brought me off, this time very intense making my cunt arch up into his face.A few moments later our still damp bodies were in their bed. It always gives me a special thrill to be in someone else's marital nest. We spent several minutes snogging with his fingers exploring my genitalia. Eventually however the drink and our previous exertions took their toll and I drifted off to sleep.I understand that it was about twenty minutes later that woke up but only a minute after that he had climbed between my thighs and slid up me. It was quite soporific, the steady pounding feeling really good and I let myself build up slowly to a really good orgasm.Now I know that he has an ejaculation problem. He finds it almost impossible to come during normal fucking so as my orgasm subsided I became aware of his still forceful thrusting into me. I ran my hands down his back to his bum, using my nails, and swore at him to give me his spunk.He increased his efforts and looked to be very hot and bothered. I managed to lift up my knees a little. He was going really deep. My finger reached his little puckered hole and scratched it a little before thrusting deep inside.It took him another five or six thrusts before he grunted and held himself right up me. I felt his penis twitching as he discharged his load. He looked a little distressed as he rolled over onto his back. I managed to stay with him and sat across his thighs his softening member still in me.I kissed him, smiling, and told him how well fucked I was. He did still look very hot so I disengaged and got a damp flannel and a towel from their bathroom. I wiped his face, kissed him, wiped his prick and kissed that too. Finally we settled back in their bed with him suckling my breast.I was curious about his sex life with his wife and asked a few gentle questions. "Oh just the usual" was not the answer I was seeking. Men do not have a clue about gossip. I wanted the dirty details. Eventually I found out about a strap on that they both used and a young man from his office that was used in almost the same way.For some reason I did not confess the tryst to hubby as I normally would. A few weekends later with both spouses safely out I found myself creeping next door wearing just my sleep T and a pair of slippers. It felt deliciously naughty stepping across a style in our fence wearing so little. My cunt was aware of the fresh air around it and to say I was aroused would be to understate the matter.The kiss that greeted me was accompanied immediately with a hand exploring my genitalia. It was deliciously dirty and my hand too explored finding a nice firm cock. It was an awkward position but very erotic. I found myself just holding him as his finger slid noisily within me. Then, concentrating on the magic spot just above my clit, he took me towards an inevitable orgasm. My legs were cramping a little but I was able to hold on until I gasped my cum into his shoulder.As I recovered he lifted my T over my head leaving me in silly pink slippers. We were standing in a small entrance alcove next to their kitchen. I looked across to my own house, suddenly aware how visible we were.My nipples were so sensitive that I had to remove his eager mouth from them and knelt in front of him in that familiar position of subjection. His penis, a nice handful of 6 inches or so, was in my face and I licked under it down to his balls. Despite the servile position a woman has enormous power over a guy like this. I licked him; bit him, sucked and caressed until he was whimpering. I told him to shut up and concentrate on giving me the salty mouthful I craved.He went very quiet as I wanked his member in front of my face, taunting him a little for his failure to deliver. I was being bitchy but he did seem to like it. His hips were pushing himself into my hand and he was very red in face and loin.He does find ejaculation very difficult. When he started to plead I demanded a forfeit from him. Seeing his nod of assent I reached under and my finger penetrated his puckered opening. He gasped as I went in deep and then grunted as he delivered a load over my fist, with some reaching my breasts.I rubbed the cream around my nipples and then pulled his face into me to clean them up. Satisfied that I was clean I led him into his bedroom and sat on the bed. He went to a wardrobe and produced what looked like a sewing basket.I do like watching guys move around naked. Although Peter is in his 50s he does keep nicely in shape. Interestingly he is shaven. That does make you notice his penis and it all looks bigger. In the basket were some very nice, if a little large, lingerie, two vibrators, some photos, some magazines and two strap ons. Paydirt !!!The photos were of them both. In one they were both sucking a nice big penis. Another showed her fucking him with a strap on. In that photo he was naked laying back with his knees up on his chest but I suspected that he might sometimes wear the lingerie.I got him to lie down and gently caressed him as I asked some questions. After an initial shyness he relaxed and answered talking about the more kinky parts of their sex life. I was fascinated by his cock sucking. He had started as a youth and it had not taken long for a second cock to be introduced to their marriage.The talk aroused him and he gained another reasonable stiffy. My other hand was between my thighs during the conversation. The thought of her bent over spreading her little puckered hole for a strap on was particularly erotic and I came again quite quickly. It felt particularly dirty as I too bent over and pulled apart the cheeks of my bum for him to ejaculate on.That set the pattern for the next few months. We met a couple of times each week. We delighted in taking risks and our couplings were as kinky as possible. Yes he did slide his strap on into my arse as I squealed and swore at him. I was able to return the favour with him fully dressed up in his lingerie.We were also much more exhibitionist with our own partners to try to be seen next door. I watched them fuck in their kitchen and was very careless about closing my own drapes.The crisis was signaled with a phone call from my sister. She summoned me to lunch at a local restaurant. Now whilst the food there is excellent it is very stuffy and over expensive. Not the sort of place you can turn up to in jeans and a top!I arrived slightly late. It always takes me longer than I expect to get ready. Apart from my coat I was quite formally dressed in dark green silk blouse, a black tight skirt and matching heels. Underneath I had on a black bra and French knickers set and black stockings. It is a sexy outfit and I felt good in it.I left my coat at the door so I could make a nice entrance but I was thrown into confusion as the waiter led me to my table. Facing me was my sister and the female half of my neighbors. There was another woman with her back to me whom I did not immediately recognize. They had started without me and were eating their starters.My guilty conscience did the rest and, by the time I sat down, my confidence had evaporated. Some red wine was poured for me but no menu proffered. The third woman was my daughter. She was wearing a suite and her hair was up. I cannot remember ever seeing her dressed like that and she looked absolutely stunning.Although I can dress up and appear confident it has always been a bit of an act. Deep down I have always been a little submissive. I just sat there my face burning. My sister spoke. The previous week my daughter was in my bedroom in the middle of the day looking for something. The only place that overlooks that room is an attic of our neighbours. She caught a glimpse of a movement and was amused to see a naked man massaging an erection. She watched for a moment and then moved closer to the window for a better look. Seeing that the object of the display was not me he had stopped and disappeared. Big mistake.A comment in a telephone conversation between aunt and niece was enough to arouse my sister's suspicions and the rest was easily discovered. As this was being told I drank several glasses of wine and became disgustingly aroused. The offence was not the sexual contact but the secrecy. The people involved had all been intimate with each other to some degree but what was unforgivable was not confessing.I whispered my apology. My sister said that saying sorry ought to be more visible and accompanied by a punishment. "Like we got for seducing uncle" added my daughter.Her and her lover had accepted a hand spanking from my sister and I. I could actually feel her words in my cunt. I knew what was to follow. My dirty fantasy was not a secret but had never been realized. I was to be caned, naked except for a thong. With my very hairy pussy a thong looks very odd on me. I would be caned until I wet myself or had received 10 strokes, whichever was the later.I have spent the last few days in a masturbatory frenzy. I have also been watching some caning videos on the internet. The more I watch the more I play with my clit. The silly thing is that I know it will not happen without my full consent. I just have to kiss hubby on the nose and admit to it all and nothing will happen. I think I want this. The fact that my daughter and her partner will be there with my husband, sister, her husband, my neighbor and my lover makes it potentially very humiliating and very erotic.If you wish I will tell you if it happens. Let me know.

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