When I’d left hubby had been watching a Yankee game, the Bombers were losing badly so I decided to head out for some shopping therapy. Now he didn�...t appear to be home. I slipped inside with my goodies and headed to the bedroom. I don’t know about other slutty women, but when I bring home new slut-wear I have to slip into it immediately to be sure I’m satisfied with my purchase. It has to make me feel sexy, desirable, and quite honestly, fuck-able. I slipped out of my red dress and into the lacy. I'm not making excuses. Writing this, I reflected on a possibility of why or how things happened. I am what I am. I cannot change the past and I just accepted it and tried to learn. And I say try. Of course alot of times I didn't learn and kept wanting more and different cock in me. I love the feeling I get of a hole in my body being full and the feeling as sperm is ejected up inside me. Then when the guy’s cock comes out, my taste is all over it. I don't mind licking his cock to clean it up. He moves around the bed and repeat the procedure on the left hand. I can feel my pussy getting wet in anticipation – and just a tiny bit of nervousness at being helpless. He then move to foot of bed and secure first my left, then right foot – again – tied securely but not stretched uncomfortably. I’m left wide open to his loving perusal. Just feeling his eyes on me turns me on – knowing he desires me. He smiles and moves back to where my head is and bends over to kiss me deeply. Then he turns. Or torn. Or maybe just undecided. I'm not sure. That's the only bit I'm certain about.Suzy is asleep again, breathing more easily now that she has enjoyed the release of another orgasm. They really are very therapeutic. It should be like the 'Five a Day' for fruit and vegetables, or daily exercise for at least twenty minutes; add a minimum of one orgasm each day.Enough of my wandering mind. My wandering hand is bad enough as it strokes Suzy's warm softness while she sleeps. To the.