A summer to remember

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This is a true story

We spent that summer at the country house of two longtime friends of my wife, Daniel and Catherine.

My wife had known them for years, long before we met. They had shared holidays, celebrations, and countless stories together. I had met them only a few times, so when they invited us to spend several weeks at their country house, I was looking forward to getting to know them better.

Their house was large and beautiful, surrounded by an enormous park filled with all kinds of trees. I was particularly fascinated by the towering pines and eucalyptus trees, whose fragrance seemed to fill the warm summer air.

Our days were spent swimming, playing games, taking long walks, and enjoying the wonderful meals Catherine prepared.

I don't remember exactly when it started, but at some point, my wife began playing a strange little game with me in our bedroom.

She started calling me Mary.

Mary was the name of a woman we both knew, someone my wife occasionally teased me about because she knew I found her attractive.

At first, it was simply a joke between us.

I played along, answering whenever she called me by that name.

Gradually, however, the game began to change.

Sometimes, when I was lying in bed reading, my wife would sit beside me and begin teasing me, pretending I was Mary. She would invent little conversations, give me playful instructions, and laugh whenever I became embarrassed.

The strange thing was that I never asked her to stop.

In fact, I sometimes deliberately encouraged the game.

I enjoyed playing that role, although I didn't fully understand why.

One afternoon, I was wearing a particularly tight pair of football shorts when Daniel asked us to fetch some tools from a storage shed near the house.

My wife and I walked together beneath the rows of pine trees.

Along the way, she made a teasing remark about my shorts and unexpectedly gave me a playful smack.

It caught me completely by surprise.

I turned around, but she simply smiled.

"Come on, Mary. We haven't got all afternoon."

I laughed, feeling my face grow warm.

When we returned to the house, our familiar game resumed. But this time it changed, we went into our room and she told me:
"Come Mary, face down in the bedroom I want to smack that ass" and the spanking began, plat, plaf, plat.
I turned over and trying to grabbed her but she didn't want regular sex, instead she said:
"Not this time Mary, turn around I haven't finished", and she pull my short and slip down violently and continues the spanking.
I have never experienced something like that before.


From then on, it became something we repeated whenever we had the opportunity, sometimes during the day and sometimes at night.

One morning, I accompanied Daniel into town to buy groceries.

It was a thirty-minute journey along an old, dusty country road.

We were chatting casually, and I was enjoying the warm summer breeze against my face when, quite unexpectedly, Daniel said:

"I've noticed that you and your wife have been playing an interesting little game."

I was petrified.

I could feel my face turning bright red.

"What game?" I asked, although I already knew the answer.

He smiled.

"The one where she calls you Mary."

I couldn't say a word.

"Don't worry," he continued. "Catherine and I have known your wife for years. She's always had a mischievous sense of humor."

I laughed nervously.

"Does it embarrass you?" he asked.

"A little."

"But you enjoy it?"

I hesitated.

"Yes, I suppose I do."

"Well, there's nothing wrong with having a private joke between husband and wife."

I felt relieved.

Then he added, almost casually:

"Although perhaps you shouldn't assume the walls in that old house are quite as thick as you think."

I looked at him in horror.

He burst out laughing.

"Relax. I'm only teasing you."

We arrived in town and made our usual rounds of the different shops. Daniel even bought me a couple of science and comic magazines after noticing me looking through them at a newsstand.

On the way home, I gathered enough courage to ask another question.

"Have you told Catherine?"

"About Mary?"

"Yes."

He smiled.

"Not yet. But I don't particularly like keeping things from my wife."

"Please don't make a big issue out of it."

"I won't. And if Catherine ever mentions it, I'm sure she'll be discreet."

The rest of the day passed normally: swimming, television, dinner, and our usual evening routine.

I didn't tell my wife about the conversation.

Part of me was embarrassed, but another part was curious about what might happen if our little game was no longer quite so private.

A couple of days later, my wife was helping Daniel with some repairs in the garage while I was helping Catherine prepare lunch.

She was teaching me how to make empanadas.

At one point, she stood behind me, watching as I carefully folded the pastry.

"That's perfect! Good boy!" she said.

Then she smiled mischievously.

"Or should I say, good girl, Mary?"

My heart seemed to stop.

I froze.

Catherine laughed softly.

"It's all right. Daniel told me about your little game."

I stared at her.

"Don't look so frightened. Your wife and I have been friends for years. We've always been able to laugh about things together."

"Does my wife know you know?"

"I haven't mentioned it to her."

I looked down at the empanada in my hands.

"Please don't tease me in front of everyone."

Her expression softened.

"Of course not. I wouldn't want to make you uncomfortable."

Then she picked up another piece of pastry and placed it in front of me.

"Now, Mary, let's see if you can make this one as nicely as the first."
I smiled and started to make the empanada when all of the sudden I felt the wooden spoon spanking my ass, plaf , plaf!
"There you go Mary, good girl, keep it like that ". I stopped and asked her: "what are you doing?!"

"You know what I am doing little sissy, so just go back to work"

At that moment, I realized that the private little world my wife and I had created was no longer entirely our own.

Nobody mentioned it again for the rest of the day, and gradually my embarrassment began to fade.

From then on, the atmosphere changed in subtle ways.

Daniel occasionally called me Mary when we were alone in the garage, usually with an amused smile. Catherine was more playful, especially when I helped her cook.

My wife, meanwhile, seemed delighted by how comfortably I was settling into the household.

One evening, while the four of us were sitting on the terrace beneath the warm summer sky, Catherine looked at my wife and said:

"You know, your husband is becoming quite the accomplished cook."

My wife laughed.

"Really? Perhaps I should send him here every summer."

"You're welcome to," Catherine replied. "He's a very good student."

Daniel raised his glass.

"To our newest member of the household."

I smiled, wondering whether there was another meaning behind his words.

Later that night, I finally told my wife that Daniel and Catherine knew about Mary.

She looked at me for a moment and then burst out laughing.

"Oh, darling. I suspected they might."

"You did?"

"Of course. I've known them for years."

"Doesn't it embarrass you?"

"Why should it? It's our game. And if you enjoy it, that's what matters."

She took my hand.

"But if you don't want them joining in with the jokes, just tell me."

I thought about it.

"No," I answered. "I don't really mind."

She smiled.

"Well then, Mary, perhaps this summer will be more interesting than we expected."

It was the summer when something changed, when new friendships took on unexpected dimensions, and when I discovered feelings I hadn't yet learned how to explain.

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