Getting in to the rhythms I let the music take me. I danced with and around him, close enough for him to touch me. We laughed and danced until the nex... slow song. As the music quieted I looked up and with a sly look asked, ‘Are you?’ His steady gaze met mine and he answered, ‘Am I what?’ ‘Scared?’ I asked. He shook his head no and leaned in close, nibbling on my neck. I tilted my head back and laughed softly. Stretching my arms up over his shoulders I whispered in his ear, ‘I can ‘feel’. "Spare me the details. I'm afraid that for the present that will have to stop. The fact is, you are going to be impotent with everyone except Steph for the next six months. You won't even be able to masturbate. In fact," I added, struck by an inspiration, "the only way you'll be able to get an erection is by wearing, or at least being in contact, with some of Steph's underwear. Don't worry, she'll be very understanding! And it will wear off in six months. But for now, I'm afraid you'll just. Allow me into the house and to witness the evidence and I will tell you more. Before you refuse, I do not want to see the crime scene.’ ‘You really can give us information about this?’ This was getting boring very quickly. ‘Agree and I will tell you all about it.’ ‘OK, but you can not go up the stairs to the second floor or touch anything.’ ‘OH, GOD. What kind of simple moron is this guy’, I thought. I put on gloves and booties, like the rest of the detectives had on. We went into my office in. I removed her panties, I was greeted to a sight which blows me even now, she had the best shaved camel toe lips I have even seen (mind it till then I was very loyal to my wife but have seen a lot of porno), they were so wet and yearned for my touch and I could not hold myself anymore and started the process which I love the most, I love eating my wife, it gives me immense control, the feeling of making her cry out of pleasure is always so satisfying and also the sex after that is always so.