"What's bothering you?" she asked even before the waiter had arrived.

Julia and I had been friends for years and she could read my moods in a glance. We were having lunch at a delightful little bistro along the river. It was our favorite spot, one so romantic each time I met her there I felt an almost desperate yearning for her, one I could never acknowledge, even to myself. I waited until I had placed our order and the waiter had returned with our wine before responding.

"He did it again." I nearly choked on the words.

I had last seen Julia at this very table on a beautiful crisp New England October day. She had noticed I was distant but as was her way she allowed me my space. Until tears gushed from my eyes and I began to sob. She reached her hand to mine holding it firmly. When my fit had subsided she looked directly at me and told me, "You're coming home with me. Now eat up." Then she released my hand.

She led me to her car, opened the passenger's door, and waited until I had seated myself and buckled myself in. We passed the 15 minutes it took to get to her house in silence.

She sat me in a loveseat in her terrarium and disappeared to the kitchen returning in several minutes with tea for both of us. Sitting beside me, she asked, "Now just what has you so upset?"

"I think Andrew is cheating on me," I sighed.

She fixed her gaze on me. "You think Andrew is cheating on you," she repeated. "Tell me why?"

"He asked me again."

"He asked if you ever thought about fucking another man?" she asked

"We were making love..." I started, but she stopped me.

"No euphemisms, darling," she insisted. "If my opinion is to be worth a thing to you, I need to know just what was going on between the two of you. From the beginning. From when the sex was good for you."

"The sex never has been good for me," I admitted.

"How do you know?" she smiled.

"I have had good sex," I murmured, feeling my face reddening.

"Tell me about it." It was not a request.

Now my blush really deepened. "I was a sophomore in college. My roommate was a graduate student. I had been in a funk for several days. We were studying in the living room of our two bedroom suite. Lisa asked me out of the blue whether I had been spanked since becoming an adult. I don't remember whether I responded. The next thing I do remember is her turning her desk chair so that she sat facing me and telling me, 'Get over here.'

"She removed my skirt and told me to take off my panties and get over her lap. Then she spanked me with her bare hand for what seemed an eternity. I won't describe the stages my body went through during the spanking, but she didn't stop until I had soaked her lap with my release. A release like nothing I had ever felt before. Then she pushed me off her lap, to my hands and knees and, spreading her knees, said, matter-of-factly, 'You know what to do.'

"This went on every Tuesday for the next couple of months. It got so that my anticipation built all week long. I couldn't wait for my next spanking.

"One Tuesday in early November I rushed home from class only to find her having a glass of wine with a man who appeared to be in his early 30s. She introduced him as Peter, a local police officer. She could see my disappointment and smiled wryly at me, saying, 'Don't worry. You are going to get your spanking.'

"I felt the blood rush to my head. She took her normal seat on the straight-backed chair which was in the living room where she placed it every Tuesday. He moved to the other side of the room and sat comfortably in an easy chair. She motioned and I walked to her. She removed my skirt. I knew what I was to do. Taking off my panties, I took my position over her lap and she spanked me until I came over her lap. She pushed me to the floor, onto my hands and knees, and pointed me to him. He was sitting with his thighs spread, his belt unfastened and his fly unzipped. I crawled to him, took his cock from his trousers and sucked him off swallowing his every drop. Then I crawled to her and licked her to orgasm.

"He had recovered by this time and took me by the hand to her bedroom, bent me over the back of the bed, entered me in a long slow unyielding thrust and stood pressed to my bottom, his cock pulsating in my hot wet cunt reaching his hand under my belly and rubbing my clit until I exploded. Then he grabbed me by my hips and fucked me hard and deep for nearly an hour, his balls bouncing against my swollen clit, and my orgasm burning through me the entire time until he filled me with spurt after spurt of his hot seed.

"This continued every Tuesday until the end of spring semester when she left campus for the summer. I was taking summer classes and had the lovely, isolated little house to myself for the summer. I was at home the following Tuesday quietly studying in the early afternoon when I was surprised by a knock at the kitchen door. I rarely had visitors and wasn't expecting any. I walked to the kitchen and saw Peter at the door. I opened it and stood facing him. 'Didn't you know,' I asked. 'Lisa has left for the summer.'

He smiled and seemed to look me up and down and I felt a bit of a chill in my spine. 'Oh yes, I knew.' He almost smirked. 'It's you I have come to see.'"