My wife Jane is a stunner. I met her shortly after her first marriage ended. We met at a party at a mutual friend's house. I was immediately attracted to her beauty and effervescent personality although she was sitting very close to a another man. They were clearly an item although neither were wearing wedding rings. He kept touching her leg as they talked. I was captivated by her looks. She was showing a lot of leg.
His mobile phone pinged and he quickly got up to leave the house. She kissed him warmly on the lips. As they embraced I unaccountably found my little penis growing. What was wrong with me I thought.
"I noticed you looking at us." Jane said. "You were staring weren't you?"
My face turned red. "I'm so sorry. You make such an attractive couple. I came here on my own. I have to confess I love people watching. I should have been more discreet about it, shouldn't I? Did your husband have to go unexpectedly?"
She smiled. "We're not married, I hardly know him. We are friends. I like him but I'm only just getting over ending a previous relationship.
It was my turn to smile. "Has he only gone out for a few minutes?"
"No, it was his wife. She wanted him at home."
"Are you okay if I sit with you on your settee?"
"Don't be silly, it's not my settee." She patted the place recently vacated by her friend. I sat down almost as close as he was. Not content with that she shuffled closer.
This emboldened me to say. "I notice you gave him a big kiss on the lips as he left."
She reacted by doing the same to me. I couldn't believe it, responding in kind. My cock stiffened.
"Thank you. That was an unexpected pleasure." I said.
"What can I say? I'm a friendly person."
I couldn't take my eyes off her legs. Her short skirt had slipped up towards her waist.
She grinned. "You're staring again."
I blushed. "Sorry."
"If we become good friends you'll find I will punish you for bad behaviour."
I've always fantasised about being disciplined by a strong woman. I turned my face away as a gesture of compliance.
"Feel free to put me across your knee if I'm being a naughty boy." My voice had become more girlish than usual.
"Your words tell me you want to submit to punishment. Am I right?"
I din't know how to reply. There is a pregnant silence.
"Your silence speaks volumes. Are you a man or a mouse?"
"It depends on who I'm with. It seems like you've pressed my submissive button. I set off on the wrong foot with you, didn't I?" I am truly sorry."
"Stop apologising. We are fine. It takes a strong man to admit he's in the wrong. I like it in a man. My exhubby could learn a lot from you."
"I'm just a bit curious but of course, you don't need to answer. Was he ever violent?"
"What makes you ask?"
"I've been working with domestic violence perpetrators in groups for the last few years."
"Interesting. Is that in a prison?"
"No, in the community. But they've all been convicted of violence to their wives."
"Does that mean you work as a probation officer?"
"Yes."
She leans in and kisses me full on the mouth. I respond with enthusiasm loving the way things are going. After a full year on my own could I be starting a new relationship at last? But she's way out of my league, isn't she?
We go through to the dining room for the evening meal and sit together next to each other. We are at a fairly small dinner party so we turn to the other person on the other side of us out of politeness, exchange a few words then continue our conversation.
