A burden of guilt had been lifted from me. Now she knew. At last I had no more secrets from her, about the past or the present. A year after that torr...d time I was again being honest with my wife, in the clear. "I owe you," I said sincerely. "I'll make it up to you. Breakfast in bed for life! Anything! Just name it!"She knew I barely knew how fix instant coffee, much less prepare breakfast. But the intention was there. She could respect that. I hoped. I felt generous. I was out of the woods.Or. She was pushing back hard as I penetrated her, and gasping with each thrust.Then I made her lie on her back, and stretched her with a speculum to its fullest extent. She loved the feeling of the cold metal sliding into her hot, wet, thoroughly lubed cunt, and I slid my fingers through the speculum to play with her cervix.Then it was time for the wax and I took the crimson scented candle and poured its hot wax in a thick molten stream first over her tits. We realized that fiction, or better to say, fantasy is more preferred over here, and that our sharing of things we experienced in real are less liked, so this might be the last of our writings.Anyway, let's pencil down what happened three weeks ago:We always love dirty talk when having sexual fun together, and sometimes we meet friends or family members in our fantasies, being double aroused at least, when there is no taboo.On that day we were outside on the veranda, and she was only half. Dr. Amherst simply stared at the young woman across her desk, her unflinching blue eyes waiting for something. Anything. She sighed, the first human-made sound in the passed few minutes. "Charlotte?" The name lingered in the air for a moment before the older woman continued. "While it is perfectly acceptable for us to sit in silence for an hour, I don't believe it would be a wise use of the time your famil-" My day was fine. Work was fine. Here I am." Charlie's head slowly leaned forward,.