She acknowledged that she knew this was true, but in the mean time she felt starved for human touch. "That massage you gave me a week ago was the firs... time anyone else has touched me in about six months", she said.I told her that I was glad to help by doing whatever I could and she said that she appreciated my efforts and then went on to say that she was so starved for attention that she had become quite aroused during the last massage.I didn't quite know how to respond to this last statement. I wasn't his rock. Months of nightmares have plagued me since. Now I am showing him my strength and rebuilding our relationship in the hopes that I can become his slut slave once again. Earlier this year he told me that there may come a time when he would travel or just need a break from the BDSM world. He said during that time he may turn me over to another Master. Recently the nightmares have become fantasies. What follows is the most recurring fantasy. 

I walk in the door after work one. So i have a small covert cam in the house so i set it up in the sitting room so i could hear what was being said expecting all the chat up lines he would use to try to get into her pants. what i got was my wife welcoming him into our home wearing a dressing gown and little babydoll nothing else the did everything he went down on her she sucked him , then they started having sex right in our living room the thing he was doing to her she allways told me she hates, spanking, deep throat ,even. Tell him the truth.” He looked at Kevin, his eyes in a panic. “We never did anything, man. I swear.”Shayla pulled her lips off his cock and smiled at Kevin. “That’s right,” she said, “but we are now.” Her head ducked down and Kevin saw Jason’s meat disappear into her mouth.“What the fuck, Shayla?” Kevin bellowed.This time when she looked at him her eyes were aflame. “You sit the fuck down and watch your football game. Or you can watch me suck and fuck your buddy. I don’t care which. But you.