Instead of opening his eyes, he took stock of his surroundings.Cold metal on his wrists, arms tense, cramped, must be handcuffed. Legs open, uncomfort...bly so, cold metal there securing him to the bed. He was dressed only in a pair of pajama pants and a soft T-shirt and the blankets had been removed from the bed. His bed, he knew his mattress and pillows. And the same clothes he'd worn to bed."Wake up," a male voice growled and Gibbs' eyes snapped open when he recognized it."What the hell do you. Not that I am complaining...Neither her, or my, parents even remotely suspected our activity. Around the house we acted like brother and sister, or best friends. A couple of times when we went out, her dad let us use his car when my family took ours somewhere. He once made a comment: " What the hell did you do to get her ino a dress?" However, our sexual encounters were carefully well kept secrets. I escorted her to the senior prom. She did get attention from our friends in the prom dress her. I began to sneak glances at my friends and could see they were staring intently as I fondled my wife in full view of them. Occasionally they would glance over at the television in a vain attempt to appear as if they were still watching the movie. My wife had layback onto the couch and pulled her legs fully apart allowing me to insert two fingers into her pussy. I quickened my pace a little and could feel her begin to contract telling me she was close to an orgasm. I kept teasing her until she. I can watch her flirting and dancing with other guys, sometimes kissing them. Perfect for us. We love this game. The excitement spirals. We come home, make love and explode.But tonight, it’s different. Elizabeth decides to go out on her own. She’ll text and tell me what she’s doing. When she wants to. I can only reply. She tells me in a voice that brooks no argument, to lie naked in our bed and wait for her, and be awake at whatever time she comes home.When she uses that voice, she’s in.