They both know it’s theater. A personal kind of “chess.” She tugs, he resists. She grimaces, he grins. She sways and, lord, how he watches how ...er body move. For that alone, he could do this forever. But, SHE can not do this forever. No, it’s not a matter of exhaustion. It’s not EVER a matter of defeat. She will win. She will… Everything about her relaxes. She still has her right hand on his wrist, but her left hand wanders to caress his face – first his brow, then his nose, then his lips.. I just like getting sloshed. Frank showed me that i was really more submissive than shy by pointing out facts like how i loved it when he would dirty talk me and call me names and how following orders turned me on. Another change was my thoughts. They now were mostly about sucking cock. i enjoyed it so much that i thought about it practically all the time. i found myself routinely checking out guys’ crotches. If i saw a hot guy, i’d get hot thinking about what it would be like to suck him off.. On the stroke of six Lily appeared in the doorway, dressed in her custom black nylons, black skirt and brogues. It was a warm night, and she had a light jacket slung over her shoulder. On top she was wearing a different shirt from last time, a light blue number with oversized lapels. I took a shot, then another as she turned in my direction, then ducked back as she began to walk towards me.If she saw me, she gave no indication. In fact she seemed to instinctively understand what I was after.. That’s when I crept out of the closet and out of the house. I went across to my neighbor’s house, which was out of town on vacation, and waited. About thirty minuets later I saw my wife’s new lover leaving and I saw her give him a long wet kiss. I gave her about thirty minuets alone when I called her on my cell phone to see if she was home. I told her that I had locked myself out. I went across the street to my house and went in. My wife was standing at the door with her hair wet and in her.