He wasn't sure about doing it so I showed him a picture of my wife, she is 5'8" size 10, 34C chest, with long blond hair and green eyes, he said as he...was going back to the States in 2 weeks, so because there would be no embarrassing moments after, he would do it, then said if she was as lovely as her picture, it would be a pleasure. I told my wife I had invited a friend over for drinks on the Friday evening and asked her to dress nice and sexy as I wanted to make an impression, she wore a low. Shit on me... ' and, '... how could you... why?'The words were going around in a whirl.She felt her life slipping away from her. The implications of discovery had been going around in her mind for a month or more and instinctively she knew what the consequences were going to be.She would lose her job. Her family would find out and be deeply ashamed. She would probably be sent away somewhere to a distant aunt or something. She would not go to College. She would lose all her friends.Mo' was aware. I mean, she's a bit much.Now, to Roy, my hubby, he'd love all that. Guys just want to push the envelope all the time. He's always telling me to dress more provocatively, sex it up a bit. I know one thing, I'd never, ever take him with me when I'm shopping for swimsuits. No way. I'd come out of there with something weighing under an ounce. Oh, and with my nipples, I'd be red at the beach, all right, all from blushing.Oh, these nipples. My curse, if you ask me. My blessing, if Roy is asked. Ever. ”“I intend to test you on that even before he says it, you know.”“Go right ahead. I will do whatever you want me to if it’s legal. Can I ask you a question?”“Go right ahead and ask.”“Knowing what I just said, do you intend to fuck me now? If so, I’m ready, willing and able.”He laughed before answering. “No. Not now but in due time I will fuck all your holes. What I want right now is a good blow job. Get down on your knees, undo my pants and shorts, and get to work”.He sat remembering how she.