He did but he was always nervous, a bit uncomfortable and way too technical. Not like with me. He was antsy and jealous when I had sex with other guys... not as much with other ladies. I allowed him two days of regularity, Monday and Tuesday, along with one other day every other week of his choosing. No rules, expectations or anything, we were husband and wife. This also applied when my non-BDSM friends or his friends and families were over.On my thirty-fifth birthday, a party was thrown for me. I was very regular to my yoga classes. Always I used to ask one or the other thing in yoga & so I was bit popular over there. Often I used to visit her house at least weekly… Once I don’t have any intention to have sex with her nor to look at her boobs or curves. This happened on weekend in the evening… I was bit lazy in doing yoga. As usual I started chit chatting… & asked about her husband & she told gone out of station with office colleagues & then started discussing about yoga. And that day. ";Groggily Mark woke up to feel his wife Mia gently shaking his shoulder."What? What is it?"; he asked, looking around to see it was still dark in their hotel suite."It's 3:00, time for our bet!"; she said.Mark remembered now. They were playing tourist on their honeymoon, walking by the Provincial Legislature building, when Mark had casually suggested that they go back to their nearby hotel room for a quickie. Mia had teased him about that."We're taking photos of the building, silly, can't you. He would always be invited to join the group at the bar, as those who had been successfully “put under” swore up and down that they had no been faking, the skeptics fell by the wayside. Most who had been hypnotized had only hazy recollections of what they had done. The very pretty girl whose singing prowess would have put Tammy or Loretta to shame had been one of the most susceptible subjects he had ever encountered. He was pleased when she sought him out at one of the many free bars. He was.