"What's that fellow doing here? Look at his clothes. He's a disgrace."The person in the seat next to mine was a fat man reeking of expensive perfume. ...e sported a wispy moustache and a straggling goatee. He looked at me with his piggish eyes. He had a round face and an oily complexion. I could see that he was irked by my jeans, khaki shirt and the Nike Trainers on my feet. These were the clothes I had bought in Madras and I hadn't bothered to buy new clothes. I suppose five years in the. Applying more oil, I thrusted three fingers into her soaking cunt and rubbed. "Faster, harder," she whispered, and I positioned my thumb and palm against her clit and into her love hole, and continued with mounting momentum. Her breasts jiggled and her hips pumped to meet my hand. The orgasm hit her like the Caribbean waves socked the nearby shore, and she muffled a blissful scream.Both spent, and, soaked with oil, sweat and sex, we dressed and took the next powerboat back to our room at the. She removes her left shoe and tells me to kiss her toes. I do. Now my cock is hard. And she jams her other foot in my crotch. I'll have fun with that I'm told. we finish our drinks as the conversation heats up even more.It's early evening and she tells me it is time to go. She attaches a leash to my collar and leads me out the door into a waiting car and away.she pulls out a pair of hand cuffs and secures my hands behind me, then a blindfold, I do not want you to know where we will be going. We. Her next question, "How would you feel about me being with another guy, having sex with me from time to time. Would you be ok with that?" Then she reassured me in no way would she ever jeopardize our marriage, just sex and nothing more. "Do I get to watch?" I said. Well, not always but I promise to allow you to watch me when ever I will allow you to watch me my little cuckold. Little cuckold? She shushed me. You see Wayne, last Saturday night I found out for the first time how small and.