His heavy hand tugged her hair, sharp bites of pain, pushing her resisting lips onto the knob of his cock, forcing it between the tightened grimace, p...st bared teeth, to fill her mouth with the smooth iron, plundering her wet maw. She tightened her grip on the denim and sucked in, mouth pulling to create friction. Anger filled her as she worked her tongue across him, drawing his intruding member deeper into her, her jaw working. She nursed him hard, sucking with force and determination. Her. You may visit in an hour.’ The room was almost dark as I removed her clothes, dropping my own in the process. Her feet resisted as we approached the bed, ‘I’m not supposed to be worried?’ ‘Start talking about coaching. What do you want to know?’ She was tongue tied as I arranged us with her body sitting surrounded by mine. She could feel my big hard cock against her spine. ‘Um, do we have to be this… Well, I mean… intimate?’ My tongue found her neck and ear, ‘Are you afraid of your own body? A. There was a folding room divider and behind it a sort of folding hospital gurney. Helen went behind the partition with Mark and added, "Rentals. Why don't you go ahead and undress and I'll get the first diaper."Mark hadn't thought about who, if anyone, would be diapering him. In fact he assumed he'd be doing it himself. He was hoping he'd be doing it himself but as Helen had said that she was snapping her hands into a pair of latex gloves."I... I... I was expecting.... I mean I was expecting. The light of revelation shone upon me in that darkened bar. My next decision became crystal clear in that moment. I was willing to share my wife’s body with other men, but sharing her heart was an entirely different matter.*“I think we need to hit the pause button for a while on our open marriage,” I said. I had waited until she was in just the right mood and mindset before approaching the topic.“What do you mean?” she asked.“Remember what you said to me when we were first considering swinging?.