It turned out to be easy to get away from my husband that night. He went to bed early but encouraged me to go out. I put on a dress and went to Bennys room.
The whole walk over I wrestled with what I was doing. But it didn’t stop me from knocking on the door.
Inside was Benny and Chris, from the hot tub.
“I didn’t want him to miss out on this.” Was all Benny said. Then almost clinically, Benny unzipped my dress, letting it fall to the floor.
He whistled. I didn’t wear underwear.
I tried to cover myself with my hands but Benny grabbed them.
He guided me out to the balcony of his friend. The air was crisp. I peeked over the railing and saw a few people on their own balconies below us.
“So Chris here has a spanking fetish that I said you’d be happy to help with.” Benny said.
He spread my legs, putting my hands on the railing, then slowly bending me over. My breasts pushed against the railing and my head poked over it so I could see the other people on their balconies while this happened.