Everything I might need would be provided, clothes, a passport, a bank account, credit cards cash and, of course, a weapon. When she had finished expl...ining, and it had taken a long time, she had taken my hand. ‘We will become very close, you and I, Mel. It is important for those of us in the secret world to have someone in whom we can confide, with whom we can share our fears and our insecurities. You will need to be able to be very open with me. Do you think you can do that?’ I nodded. ‘We. So we dropped that idea and went onto other things.Several years went by as we continued with our lives. My wife had always been very welling to be my sex slave. Her favorite positions for having sex are the missionary and doggie styles, although as my slave, she did try other things when I prompted her. At the time, besides writing my first story "The Ultimate - Living My Fantasy", I was setting up a scene to introduce another man into our sex lives. But, before I was able to put it into play,. She pulls back quickly with a little cough. She looks up at me with watery eyes."Wow! That almost got me!"She does it again and I can feel her throat muscles involuntarily contract. She pops back off. I'm on the brink and I tell her so as my body starts shaking."Cindy, I'm gonna cum!" Ok!" she shouts exuberantly, "I've been waiting for this for a really long time!"She grips my shaft lovingly with one slim hand, envelops about two inches of my cock and whisks the underside of my most critical. Then one time she started talking about one guy in her group that was driving a beautiful vintage Jag. Then she began talking about how soft the leather seats were and how well the car rode and drove. Finally one night she said how she thought the owner would be really rough but she couldn't believe how gentle he was. Still I never suspected anything. Then the phone calls started. Often about 8:30-9:00 on weekends the phone would ring and she would answer. She never really said much, but I.