“And I love you, which is why when I discovered you were fantasizing about expanding your sexual horizons, I went and got some help.”

I pulled back from him, puzzlement creasing my face. “How the hell do you find help for something like this?”

Color bloomed in his cheeks, something I hadn’t seen since our teenage years when we’d first started fooling around. “I went to a BDSM club and talked to the owner about taking lessons.”

I tried to picture my husband in a den of iniquity. I bit back a giggle at the thought of him in a suit taking notes on his Blackberry as another Dom showed him the finer points of punishment. I lost the battle and laughed. “I can’t believe I’m going to ask this, but how did you take lessons in spanking and stuff?” In other words, had he spanked someone else first, and was my jealousy stronger than my excitement over the thought of him applying his hand to someone else’s flesh? Judging by the cream pooling in my cleft, excitement won.

His cheeks brightened even further and he had difficulty meeting my eyes. “Actually, they said in order to be an effective Dom, I first needed to understand the position of a submissive.”

Oh yeah, definite arousal. A mental picture of Andrew on his knees, a disciplining hand marking his hard buttocks brought back my desire as if I hadn’t just been sated.

“Tell me more,” I begged and I moved off his lap. I sat on the floor in front of him and bent my knees as I parted my thighs.

With his eyes riveted on my exposed pussy, which I stroked with a slow finger, he began to talk. “They put me in the care of a couple about our age, also married. He-” Andrew swallowed and took a breath. “He made me undress completely and had me kneel beside his wife but with my face beside her ass so I could see. At first I didn’t want to do it.”

“Why?” I couldn’t believe Andrew, my staid and boring husband had done something so daring, so hot. All for me.