Lisa's Spanking Good Time

I had previously written to this site about my wife, Lisa, and how -- at a point when our marriage had all but collapsed -- I had allowed her the temporary freedom to sleep with anyone she pleased provided that she followed certain conditions I had set for her.

At the time, my wife and I lived in a condominium building just outside our city’s business district. While Lisa and I kept mostly to ourselves, proximity made a passing acquaintance with at least some of our neighbors inevitable. One of them, Roman, became a regular at our home.

Roman was a writer who had just begun to achieve a measure of success in his field. Having endured a complicated divorce a few years prior, he lived alone in a flat three floors above ours. Being single again meant Roman had much free time on his hands, and he had early on developed the habit of knocking on our door in the evenings, cradling a six-pack and a bottle of Tennessee whiskey in his arms. When the weather permitted, we took the liquor out to the terrace to chat and get drunk.

Lisa seemed to like Roman as she sometimes joined us, volunteering to replenish the ice bucket, the bags of chips and the dipping sauce before pulling up a seat to participate in the conversation. She never did any of these when I drank with my closest buddies unless I asked her.

The fondness was mutual. Roman took a particular interest in Lisa, and once, in a fit of drunkenness, had confessed to a crush on her just as I was shoving him out the door for the night. I had dismissed the remark as mere drunken ranting at the time and, during breakfast the following morning, had told Lisa about it for laughs.

Roman often spoke of moving out west to try his luck at screenwriting. I never took this seriously, and actually believed he would never get the break that he wanted. But I was wrong.

One afternoon Roman came over to announce that he had been hired to work with a team of writers for a new TV series to be shot in Los Angeles. “It turns out that one of the writers on the team had backed out at the last moment,” he eagerly explained. “The production team wants me to replace him ASAP so I’ll be moving out in about a week and a half.”

Roman set our last get-together as neighbors on the Saturday before his departure. “I’m afraid I’ll have to do a whole lot of packing until then,” he told me, adding that I should come over to help him when I had the time.

I told him that I was up to my neck in work, lacked many hours of sleep, and would probably have no time that week to help out. “All right, but you’re missing out on free beer, buddy,” he told me. He then turned to my wife and said, “I’m sure Lisa would never turn down an opportunity to guzzle down a free beer, right?”

Lisa laughed and said, “Of course not!”

“Is it okay if Lisa comes over to help out instead, man?” Roman asked me.

I shrugged and said I could see no reason why not. Lisa pinched my cheek and said, “My husband is a good neighbor, after all.”

The next few days saw Lisa spending most of her free time in Roman’s flat. I was too busy to think anything of it, at first. But then I began to notice a gradual change in the way she behaved. She became more demonstrative in her affections for Roman, straightening the collar of his shirt when it was uneven, or arranging his hair when it was tousled. In the evenings, she would rush in from work, take a quick shower, get dressed, and be on her way to Roman’s place to help him pack just as soon as she had my dinner on the table.

This bothered me because, while I had given Lisa license to sleep with anyone she desired, she was quite aware that drew the line when it came to neighbors. I knew how cruel the neighborhood rumor mill could be, especially so when it involved unfaithful wives. I did not want our private life to become the subject of unfair gossip in the hallways.

I grew even more suspicious when, once, after spending much of the evening packing at Roman’s place, the two came back to our flat for a few beers. I was working at my computer in the bedroom, and I remember that, at one point, my train of thought was interrupted by the sound of Roman and Lisa laughing outside. After a while, however, I noticed that the living room had fallen completely silent. This struck me as odd so I got up from my desk to see whether the two had gone back to Roman’s place to finish packing.

When I stepped out I saw Lisa reclined on the couch with her calves resting on Roman’s lap. They were staring at each other, and I had the disturbing impression that they were in the middle of a whispered conversation when I walked in. Lisa quickly threw her legs over the side of the couch and sat up when she saw me. “Would you like a beer, sweetie?” she asked.

I made no mention of the incident to Lisa in bed that night. I was, after all, unsure as to whether there was sound basis for my suspicions, and I did not wish to appear paranoid. But what little sleep I did get was uneasy, as I was bothered – and admittedly aroused -- by the memory of Lisa stretched out on our living room couch, rubbing her deliciously smooth calves against Roman’s thighs.

When Saturday finally came Roman had come by our place in the morning to make sure we had not forgotten about his going-away party. He spent most of the morning preparing for his send-off. Lisa and I drove out to buy beer, whiskey and extra ice for the evening. I watched Lisa closely throughout this time, looking for something to confirm my growing suspicions. But I got nothing.

The sky had already grown dark by the time Lisa and I returned from the liquor store. Roman had everything ready. He came over to our apartment with the chili, a couple of rock n’ roll CDs, and a few things from his apartment that he wanted us to have.

Dinner went without incident. We talked and drank a few beers around the dinner table. After dinner we retired to the living room with a bottle of whiskey and sat around listening to Roman’s CDs. It was cold out and the whiskey was good and Lisa looked great in a tight and tiny white skirt, high-heeled slip-ons and a baby blue blouse that accentuated her curves.

“Do you mind if I ask your old lady for a dance?” Roman asked, pouring a shot of whiskey into my glass. Lisa did not even wait for me to answer. Giggling, she jumped up, picked out a CD and snapped it into the player.

The music started and they began to dance. I watched closely, taking care not to appear too obvious as I noted how they moved and spoke to one another. Amazingly, I found no indication whatsoever to support the notion that something was brewing between them. I began to relax a bit, and became more inclined to think that maybe I had been imagining things.

We spent a good part of the evening drinking and, by around 11:30 pm, the combination of exhaustion and alcohol had gotten the better of me. My eyelids were so heavy it took some effort to keep awake. Satisfied that nothing improper was going on between my wife and Roman, I bid the both of them good night.

“You can’t be serious,” Roman protested. “You don’t really expect Lisa and me to finish all that beer and whiskey you bought now, do you?”

I reminded him how tired I was, having worked hard without a full night’s sleep throughout the week. I then kissed Lisa good-night and dragged myself unsteadily to the bedroom where I plopped face down on our bed, utterly exhausted.

I woke about an hour and a half later, aching for a leak. Stumbling to the bathroom, I had passed the open door and realized that Roman and Lisa were gone. It did not require a genius to guess where they went. I wanted to kick myself for doubting my initial instinct. With dread in my heart, I took the elevator up to Roman’s floor.

As expected, the door to Roman’s apartment was locked and, after pacing back and forth in the hallway a few minutes, I decided the only way to confirm my suspicions was through the window that was accessible to the nearby fire escape. The plan seemed simple enough at first, but once out on the fire escape I realized I was visible to anyone who happened to look up from the street below. I risked it anyway, and slunk across the landing toward a window from which the only light in Roman’s flat shone.

My ears caught the sound of voices as I approached. My heart raced when I realized that one of them belonged to my wife. I slowly inched my eyes toward the window and, squinting against the light inside, found myself peering square into Roman’s bedroom.

Lisa and Roman were squatted close together on the floor. They appeared to be doing some last minute packing. Lisa was stuffing wads of paper into pieces of decorative furniture before handing them to Roman, who put them one after the other into a large box. They were goofing around, pinching and tickling each other as they worked and, contrary to how they behaved when I was around, it was clear that they were more than just friends and neighbors. From the looks of it, I could tell that something had been going on between them for a while now.

“Hand me the duct tape, will you?” Roman said, pointing. “Be careful this time.”

“Where did you put it?” Lisa asked, turning to search around her.

“It’s right there -- beside your knee,” Roman answered.

“Oh, here it is,” Lisa said. She reached for the roll of tape and, with her elbow, knocked over a nearby bottle of beer. “Oops,” she said softly, watching the beer spill onto carpet.

“You did that on purpose!” Roman said, laughing. “I saw you!”

“Maybe I did, maybe I didn’t,” Lisa replied with a grin. “Either way, I guess you’ll have to punish me,” she said, rising to her feet. “Again,” she added with a mischievous wink.

I watched from outside the window as Lisa walked over to the narrow table that was pushed against the wall opposite the bed. She then raised her skirt above her waist and bent over to expose her buttocks. She was wearing thongs.

“So that’s the way it’s going to be again, huh?” Roman sighed as he got to his feet and followed Lisa to the table. They whispered to each other, giggling. I strained to listen but I could not make out what they were saying to one another. Roman then raised his hand in the air and struck Lisa’s buttocks with such violence that she gave a little hop.

I was shocked. I could not believe that Lisa had neither protested nor offered any kind of resistance. “Again,” she gasped instead, quivering in the aftermath of the blow.

To my added astonishment, Roman delivered another quick, stinging slap to Lisa’s behind, making her yelp. I pulled myself away from the window for a moment, trying to decide whether I’d seen enough, but then I heard the sound of flesh slapping against flesh once more, and I knew that I could not have walked away to save my life.

“Again,” Lisa repeated, breathing hard as she began to sway her hips slowly from side to side. “Harder, this time,” she said. “I’ve been a very bad girl.”

Roman complied, bringing his hand far back and swinging it forward crisply against her buttocks. This time the whacking sound was so loud it made me flinch.

“Harder,” Lisa said, her voice beginning to tremble with excitement. “Please, baby?”

“You really like this, don’t you?” Roman asked her, chuckling while he positioned himself behind Lisa and raised his hand in the air.

“Yes, I do,” Lisa answered. “You’re making me so wet I want to…” She had not quite finished her sentence when Roman brought his palm down on her so hard he left a bright red welt on her butt cheek.

I watched breathlessly as Lisa’s body shuddered, the muscles of her thighs tensing underneath her. I could tell that she was completely turned-on, and seeing it made my cock jump to immediate attention. I was aroused and there was no point denying it. I was seeing an aspect of my wife’s personality that I had never even known existed and it fascinated me.

“More?” Roman asked as he ran his fingers over my wife’s smooth buttocks.

“Yes, please,” Lisa answered in a throaty voice. “I’m a bad girl and I deserve a proper spanking,” she added, bracing herself for the intoxicating release that Roman’s hand seemed to provide with each stinging wallop.

“All right,” Roman said, wiping the sweat from his brows with his forearm. He inhaled, drew back, and gave Lisa yet another brisk whack with his palm. The sound made sweat beads pop from my forehead.

“Again,” Lisa said with a wicked smile on her face. “Give me more, this time.”

Roman retreated a bit and looked at her from behind, considering. He then raised his hand and slapped Lisa’s buttocks four consecutive times, each one harder than the last. “That’s it, baby,” Lisa huffed. “More, please?”

“Are you sure?” Roman asked, licking his lips. “I think you’re going to bruise badly as it is.”

Lisa looked back over her shoulder at Roman and said, “Don’t you think I deserve a spanking, baby?”

Roman’s answer came in the form of an open palm that punished Lisa’s behind so sharply I almost cried out for her. The pain must have been considerable, yet unbelievably, Lisa turned and, in a quivering voice, said, “I think I’m about to come, baby.”

“Enough,” Roman said, panting as he unbuckled his belt and let his pants drop to the floor. “Turn around. I want to see you.”

Smiling, Lisa eased onto the table like a cat. She was visibly wet, and Roman watched as she slowly spread her legs and pushed her panties to one side. “Is this what you want, baby?” she purred, touching her neatly trimmed vagina with her fingertips.

“You’re so beautiful I can just eat you,” Roman said. He then leaned forward and ran his tongue up and down Lisa’s slit. Lisa moaned, her hips undulating as she clutched the edge of the tabletop and pushed her pussy against Roman’s mouth and fingers.

After feasting on Lisa’s juices for what seemed an eternity, Roman rose to his feet and pulled her closer. “I want to watch you play with yourself,” he whispered into Lisa’s ear, reaching down to rub her clit with his fingers.

With a smile that dripped with naughtiness, Lisa pushed him away, pulled her panties off and freed her perky breasts from the embrace of her blouse. She then dipped two fingers into her vagina, brought them up to her lips, and gently sucked on them.

Seeing Lisa work herself to an orgasm in front of another man was almost too much for me. I had to shut my eyes briefly to prevent myself from exploding. When I opened my eyes again a few moments later, she was already on the floor, fervently attending to Roman’s cock with her mouth and hands.

“Move over,” Roman said, guiding Lisa to the carpet. He took a condom from one of the drawers on the table and lay down beside her, caressing her breasts and kissing her deeply. After a while, Lisa crawled down toward his cock, lifting her leg over his face so that their bodies slid smoothly into a 69 position, with Roman underneath.

I will never forget how Lisa’s eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings when Roman twirled his tongue up between her legs, his hands clutching her buttocks as he drew her closer. She arched back, her palms resting on his belly, her eyes rolled upward in utter ecstasy as she rode his mouth. “Right there,” she confirmed loudly. “Please don’t stop.”

To reward and further encourage Roman’s oral ministrations, Lisa had lowered her head forward and welcomed his cock into her mouth, sucking urgently as her hands worked his balls and shaft. When Roman slipped his fingers into her, she moaned and sucked even harder on his stiff member, stopping only to moisten the shaft with spit or slither her tongue across the bottom of his balls.

“I can’t hold it back anymore,” Roman groaned as he grabbed Lisa and threw her to the carpet. Lisa watched intently as he unrolled the condom over his cock. “Quickly,” she pleaded impatiently as she rubbed her clit, her hips moving in a circular motion as she lay on the carpet, waiting.

In one swift move Roman was on top of her, rubbing the head of his cock against her dripping wet slit. “You’re driving me crazy,” he said as he entered Lisa and began to pump and grind into her with urgency.

I watched as Lisa’s mouth formed an O, her tongue flicking out as she wrapped legs her around Roman’s waist, and began to move her hips in time with his pumping. “Fuck me, baby,” I heard her moan loudly. “I’ve been waiting for it all day.”

Roman obeyed, driving his cock hard into her. Lisa meanwhile pushed her hips up to meet his thrusts with her own. I had to fight the urge to relieve myself of the tremendous rush of lust I felt as I watched the muscles on Lisa’s thighs and calves clench each time Roman slammed into her. “You’re such a sweet, sweet slutty little thing,” Roman told Lisa, panting into her ear.

“From behind,” Lisa gasped. “Take me from behind!” There was a look in her eyes which I had never seen before: a look that was at once desperate, blissful, and hungry. Under totally different circumstances, it would have been the look of crazed fury.

Roman pulled out and turned her around so that she lay flat with stomach on the carpet, her legs spread, her knees bent so that the tips of her feet pointed toward the ceiling. Grasping Lisa by the waist, he entered her from behind with one violent thrust, burying himself to the balls deep inside her vagina.

“I’m yours,” Lisa said, her voice cracking. “You own me. Fuck that pussy all you want, baby.” Hearing this, Roman began thrusting in earnest, holding Lisa’s shoulders tightly as his tongue traced a hot trail up the back of her neck. Lisa pushed herself up by her palms and gripped the fabric of the carpet with her fingertips for support. I could tell she was about to climax.

I was trembling with excitement as I watched all of this and, for a moment, I had forgotten where I was. I looked around me to check whether I had been noticed and was relieved to see that the street below was empty. I would have observed my surroundings even more closely had not Lisa’s moaning drawn me back to the window.

“Spank me,” she said, biting her lips as she turned to glance at Roman. “Make me come hard, baby,” she whispered, her body tightening as all the pent up energy in her loins prepared for mind-blowing release.

Roman laughed and smacked her hard on the buttocks. “You’re a kinky little slut, aren’t you?” he said. Lisa moaned and purred, and he struck her buttocks two more times as he renewed his violent thrusting. Lisa begged him to speed up. “Are you ready to come?” Roman asked her. “Yes,” Lisa said, nodding frantically between moans and sighs.

Roman plowed into her with one final thrust and Lisa bloomed, her eyes widening, her lustrous dark brown hair falling across her face, her mouth letting out a scream as her entire body collapsed into a spine-shuddering orgasm. Roman quickly followed, pulling the condom off his member as he sprayed himself over Lisa’s back and buttocks.

They lay on the floor for a while, breathing hard. After a while, they began to kiss and cuddle. I knew they would be at it again soon, but by then I had decided that I had seen enough. I quietly slipped away from the window and made my way back to the elevator.

I had pretended to be asleep when Lisa came to bed just before daybreak. The next morning passed as through nothing had happened. Lisa dropped by Roman’s place one last time that afternoon to say good-bye and we never heard from him again.

I eventually did tell my wife that I had seen her with Roman that night. She seemed genuinely sorry for betraying my trust, but I had to give her a good spanking nevertheless.

BAILEY - baileyhammond85 @ yahoo.com

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