Plus, the costumes made it seem so ... theatrical. It couldn't be real; no one would ever dress like that, act like that.I made it a week before I was...back. A long, long week where I found myself masturbating to images of a woman forcing me to do things I didn't want to do. I swear I masturbated more than I made love to my wife.Going back actually almost cured me. The rubber suits disgusted me. The leather hoods revolted me. It was put on, unreal. This wasn't what I wanted.Then I saw the clip. " Holy shit! I thought. I can't believe this is happening! Phone sex with the one person whom I never thought would get to know my freaky side! Vera: "Did you cum?" Me: "No. My hand's been resting on my thigh now." Vera: "I already did." Me: "It takes a lot for me to cum. Maybe I'll try again." I started rubbing my clit again, but it wasn't helping. I needed an extra edge on making myself cum. Me: "Tell me something, Vera. I know you think of these things sometimes. What are some of the. .damn that felt good “What is your name?” I said “Jared” he said I travel a lot and I am in this area a few times a year put your number into my phone and when I'm in this area I'll call you and we can make some more pictures!” I looked at the pile of sex photos that the machine had spit out and raised my eyebrows he said “They're yours keep them as a momento!” I smiled and scooped them up into my purse then he helped me get my underwear and dress back on and I helped him put his shirt back on. .and let him model some.I told him to come up to the wheel house around midnight and I would be the only one on watch. He showed up and I had several panties for him to try on. I had told Katharine to show up 30 minutes later. As he was walking around in front of me, his cock rigid in the panties and an obvious wet spot from where he was leaking precum, the wheel house door suddenly opened, and his wife strolled in. She had on a mini-skirt, high heels, and her hard nipples made it clear she.