When she got home she told me she wanted to do something nasty on Friday night and that I should plan it out for her, she'd do anything I told her to....Well, well, well this was too good to be passed up. All week I thought about it and had the evening all planned out. As the days ticked on she kept telling me the nastier the better she was feeling like being a total slut on Friday, work had been bothering her and she wanted to blow off some steam.Well Friday finally arrived, I'd been planning. Your elbow touches my arm, and wisps of your hair are wafted by the breeze to tickle my face. I don’t know whether it is because you are feeling a little bit chilled in the cooling breeze, or whether you just want to be held. But you lift yourself up – without a word - and slide over onto my lap, spreading your knees on either side of mine and molding your back to my chest. I wrap my arms around your waist, enfolding you to embrace you from behind. I tuck my chin over your right. I am going to let my husband in on the secret and tell him in exchange for training me he can control our money and direct who I can fuck. I am hoping it will strengthen our marriage,” she said.“What if he thinks you are a bat-shit crazy nymphomaniac?” I laughed at her idea.“He has known I’ve been fucking around on him. He just thinks I was doing it for kicks and he didn’t leave. I think once he hears that I’ve been doing it to earn money for the house and that I am willing to obey him he will. I’m just so surprised. It was kind of a whim, really. I showed it to Anne and she said I should send it in, and I was like ‘Oh, yeah, sure’ and…’ She sat up straight and looked him in the eye. ‘Very happy.’ Then she slumped again momentarily and said, ‘What will my students think?’ Then she sat up again and said, ‘I have nothing to be ashamed of. And it’s a fantastic photo.’ ‘Yes,’ John laughed looking at the page again, ‘A beautiful photo of a beautiful woman. And now we’re both famous!’ .