Some girls might think it's strange that I will actually beg to be tied and whipped, but if I go without it too long I start to pout, and John hates t...at.As always, I ended up getting more than I bargained for. Clearly stung by my accusing him of neglecting me, he made it plain that he intended to sting my right back. In a blink, I was kneeling on the couch with my arms trussed up behind me and tied off to our clever little ceiling hook. I was already excited and I made big, pleading eyes at. She was pretty sure he wasn't going to show up in Armani and she didn't want him to feel like a slob for coming over in jeans and a polo shirt!She looked for an outfit that was a bit more casual, yet still made the statement that she was definitely all woman. She picked out a flirty, but not whorish, red dress that she had worn to other occasions like last year's Valentine's Day office party. The dress said "I'm playful and fun," without saying, "I'm an easy fuck!"She got dressed quickly. I laid down facing with her. She looked at me and chuckled saying "Ugh, sleeping didn't help your breath at all. Back down you go!" She pushed me down to her lower abdomen. Her hand petting my hair. I could smell the musky odor from her pussy after last nights adventure with Oliver. It was turning me on a little. My wife laid there for a while silently staring off into space. I didn't bother her. I liked where I was.After a while, she asked, "Did you enjoy last night?" Well, there was only one. ", I assured him. These are just really nice balls you have."They're a little sensitive." he said as his breathing grew more rapid."I'll be gentle babe. These are just way to nice to ignore."As I massaged his balls, I reiterated that I would be more comfortable in my room. He would be much more relaxed also and I could even wear a nice outfit for him.Within ten minutes, we had cashed out at the bar and was in my room. I quickly put on a sexy little number; something simple. A pair of stockings,.