Her sex drive soon returned back to normal, as did her underwear.I did miss the nymphomaniac she used to be, although it wasn't me she craved, it was him.
As she walked down the path in her high heels, her dress had crept up and you could see her lace tops on her black stockings.
I opened the front door, she gave me a big long kiss and smiled.
After a few drinks, much persauding and shaking with fear she did, within a few minutes the answer came back positive. Waiting for Friday to come round was killing me, I had a permanent hard on.
Friday came round and I had been pulling my hair out all week, I had no idea what was going to happen although I thought she would probably back out.
I told my Sam ( my Wife) to make it obvious and dress sexy.
She went the whole hog, a short little black dress, fishnet stockings, the lot.__________________________POST #1 from NOV 2009 After five years of discussing my fantasy of her fucking another man, my Wife finally started to come round to the idea.A guy at work had been flirting with her, I suggested she text him to ask to go for a drink.She laughed one day and suggested she bought a strap-on, it wasn't long before one turned up in the post. She even tied me up, pulled back my foreskin, then put a jar with a wasp in over my cock.It was surprised how amazing this felt, feeling so vulnerable and humiliated, I was hooked. The feeling was intense, and the initial sting was a feeling I'll never forget.Just after 4pm I got a text, my stomach flipped over as the phone went off.