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the relentless spanking, Mary’s attention snapped back to her husband, still in his chair. Leonard’s demeanor wasn’t quite so relaxed now. He sat farther forward in the chair, inclining toward her, his eyes fierce and avid, an expression of raw desire upon his face. The way he seemed to devour her made her sex ripple, aching with emptiness. And a yearning to be filled by her husband’s cock.
    Oh, Leonard…Leonard…
    Sensations. Emotion. Pain. Lust. All combined into a maelstrom that tossed Mary’s dazzled spirit hither and thither. Her body seemed to be exploding with energy. She bucked about across the desk, first pushing up her rump for Benedict’s strokes, then bearing down in an attempt to grind her aching cleft against the wooden edge beneath her and massage the sensitive pearl of her throbbing clitoris. If she hadn’t been holding on to the far side of the desktop with both hands, for fear of tumbling off it, she would surely have reached under her belly and rubbed herself to a fast and furious crisis.
    As it was, a particularly heavy slap knocked her hard against the unforgiving desk and her sex quivered, right on the brink, almost there….
    â€œLeonard!”
    Mary barely recognized her own voice. It was hoarse and cracking, yet it rang with desperation…and command.
    Her husband sprang toward her, pushing the younger man aside in his own desperation. All semblance of the louche, relaxed observer was now gone, as if it had never existed, and her dear husband inclined over her, his breath a hot zephyr against her neck and shoulders. “My dear…my dear, what is it?” he breathed, his voice as rough as hers as the cloth of his evening coat brushed her ravaged buttocks and she let out a hiss and jerked against him. “Was it too much? Oh, my darling…should I have restrained him?”
    â€œNo! Not that…” Panting hard, Mary surged again, arching and twisting and pressing her pain against her husband’s thighs and loins, stirring her own heat and glorying in the hardness she found there. “But I’m burning up, my darling. I need you in me…please fuck me!”
    â€œOf course, my dear… Yes!” Leonard made to slide a hand beneath her, to grip her corseted waist and pull her upright, his intention obviously to escort her to their bedroom.
    â€œNo! Here! Right now. I cannot wait.”
    For an instant, Leonard went still. Would he balk? Just a few feet away stood Benedict Holcombe, silent and watchful.
    A breath later, her husband’s growl of passion made her almost forget the younger man. “Oh, Mary…my darling Mary,” Leonard gasped in her ear. “You are magnificent! A goddess of love…my own perfect Venus.”
    Her heart light with relief and love, Mary twisted around again, struggling to share a messy, awkward, ill-aimed kiss with her husband over her shoulder. She found only the corner of his mouth, but it was sweet, honey-sweet for all that, and against her simmering bottom, she felt him fumbling with his linen. He struggled for a moment, and she could swear she felt a fly button or two burst off and go whizzing across the room, but then she felt first the brush of his hand, and then the press of his hard, familiar flesh against her hot, spanked skin.
    â€œOh, yes, my dearest man…oh, yes.” Reaching behind herself, she met his fingers with hers and they tangled. Laughing both, they guided his member toward its natural harbor together. “That’s it…push it in…ooh…ooh…yes!”
    More by blind luck and hunger than measured judgment, Leonard slid home. It was far from elegant, but Mary groaned, loving the sensation of her husband’s penis filling and stretching her. Even if it did mean that his clothing rubbed mercilessly against her sore bottom, buttons and seams digging in cruelly as he thrust into her. As he gripped her by the hips, his strong