It’s like I don’t exist anymore. She dries her hair and then chooses a short, red backless dress with a plunging neckline in which she looks stunn...ng. There's no way she can wear a bra with it and anyway, doesn’t want to. No man will be able to resist her, and she knows it.She pulls on her stockings and a very brief pair of lilac knickers that always turns me on. Then her high heels. Her hair is beautiful, shining, long, seductive. She comes over to the bed and kisses me and tells me how much. " That was last week and since then Larry did come over to spend the night with Tim. I met them as they came in the door and hugged them as I winked at Tim, knowing what was in the future for me that night. Tim and I had planned the whole thing. They were to "catch" me playing with myself that night and we would go from there. We went to bed early that night, Tim and Larry going to his room as I went to my big bed to prepare myself for some hot young cock. I took everything and had it laid out. Sheexplained it was not for him, but it went into the doll for his safety.They didn't want any diseases passed from one customer to another.She walked up to the doll; stepped on the foot pedals and the gag movedout of the mouth and flipped down. She rolled the latex bag over theshaft of the gag, put some glue at the base of it and stepped off thepedals. The gag swung back up and sealed against the mouth of the doll.She let it sit there for a minute, then stepped on the pedal. The shaftswung. I watched that tape half a dozen times and it never failed to make my cock hard and make me hate Christine even more for what she had denied me.In every tape I saw she was a wanton whore — the complete opposite of what she was with me. I had surveillance reports of several meeting at various hotels and motels between Christine and several of my firm's most important clients, which was an unexpected bonus. In short, my wife was the firm's whore.In addition to having the detective watch Christine.