<b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(251, 160, 38)">Pairing:</span></b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(251, 160, 38)"> Simon<br/>
<b>Location:</b> Main House<br/>
<b>Tagged: </b>Victoria<br/>
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Simon didn't know what he was, but the full force slap to the face was not the kind of guy he was. Some one else may have slapped her back, or told her to slap him harder. Another guy may have rolled her over and fucked her hard like there was no tomorrow. But not Simon, the kind of guy that would rather set a spider free then squish it with his shoe. Simon didn't have a mean bone in his body. If his wife said NO to something, he left it at that. He never tried to push for anything, never forced himself on her or forced her into positions of discomfort. Swinging...well, it had been a long process, once the idea had surfaced. They had done a lot of talking and soul searching, a lot of research, until they had both agreed to it. No one was here against their will.<br/>
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The slap stung, in more ways than one. Rough sex didn't have to involved physical pain - fucking her like a whore didn't either. The stung took all the wind out of his sails as he blinked down at her - his erection returning to its flaccid state almost instantaneously. He pressed a hand to his cheek, surely turning red already, and sat back on his heels before sliding off of the woman and off the bed. He didn't say anything as he turned towards the door, hand slowly dropping from his face as he moved towards it.<br/>
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Clearly this had all been a big mistake. He wasn't ready for this sort of thing, for being slapped and physical abuse. He would have to go downstairs and apologize to his wife - and the host he seemed eager to get in her pants - before beating a retreat.</span>