Housewife Puts on a Pair of Studs

Housewife Puts on a Pair of Studs

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I’m nude between the cool sheets in a motel bedroom.

I will soon be preparing to return home from a convention. But first I have to write about the experience I have just had.

I’m thirty-four, five feet ten, one hundred twenty pounds, with brown hair and a nice body. I’ve kept myself in nice shape, even though my husband of ten years seems not to notice. Our sex life is dull as hell; a couple of times a week, lasting about twenty minutes each time. I was a virgin when we married, and I always knew there had to be more to sex than what we were doing. In fact, that was why I started reading Penthouse Letters. And boy, did my eyes open!

At the convention I met two professional acquaintances, Harry and Vin. They are both about thirty, both single and both sexy as hell! I’d often fantasized about making it with one of them but never dared try anything.

Last night, after the convention closed, the three of us went to the bar for a farewell drink. We were sort of joking — innocently, or so I thought — about how they had managed to stay single and why I had gotten married. We were all getting giddy. I got up to go to the ladies’ room and Vin playfully patted my behind. He remarked that he wouldn’t be single if he could find a cute tush like mine. I wiggled my ass as I walked away.

Soon the bar closed. We weren’t yet ready to call it a night, so I mentioned that I had half a bottle of whiskey in my room. The guys gladly accepted my invitation. We were sitting on the bed, into our second Jack and water, when Vin started running his hands up and down my back. I have to admit that I was flattered; getting chills like a schoolgirl, and having a few nasty thoughts as well. I even thought, Oh, if only Harry wasn’t here, I’d just go for it!

About then, Vin leaned over and kissed me, gently at first, then more passionately. At the same time I felt Harry caressing my thigh. “Okay, guys,” I said, “we’re getting out of control.”

They both protested, arguing that this was exactly what I had in mind when I invited them up. I said that I could never do that. Harry looked at Vin. “Well,” he said, “girls who tease need to learn that that’s a naughty thing to do. I think she deserves a good spanking.”

Since I was sitting between them, it was easy for Vin to take me by the shoulders and put me over his lap. I protested, but it was so ridiculous that I was laughing too. Vin started whacking the back of my skirt with his hand, asking, “Are you going to be good?”

Of course I said no!

Harry said, “No wonder, Vin. That’s not a real spanking.” The next thing I knew, my skirt was flipped up onto my back and two hands had grasped the waistband of my pantyhose. I was shocked! I opened my mouth, but nothing came out! I felt my pantyhose slide down my knees to my ankles. Before I knew it, my white panties were yanked off.

“Okay,” Vin said, “let’s see how she likes her spanking.”

Harry started smacking my cheeks, and I felt them get hot. A tingling feeling crept between my legs, and I felt my labia begin to swell. How can I explain it? I felt humiliated, aroused, apprehensive and excited all at the same time.

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