"Ok" I replied as I knelt and cleaned the fluid from her inner thigh with my fingertip. Quickly, I smeared the droplet on her left nipple."You'll pay ...or that one" she mischievously threatened.I was laughing as she slid off of the exercise ball and stood up. I was expecting a kiss as she leaned forward and wrapped her hands around the back of my head.Instead of a kiss, my wife pulled my head into her glistening cleavage. With my face mashed into the valley between her delicious tits, I could. Our second kiss was French, deep tongues, I also held her tight and when I put one hand around her throat, her knees went a little. Stopping to see if she was ok, it turned out she was more than ok and would I do it again. Linda, it turned out, is a submissive and loves to be loved and owned, which is okay by me. More than ok. Actually, along with everything else we both bring to the party, it is one of our defining characteristics. Though ‘characteristics’ is not quite the right word. It’s. I found myself handcuffed to that chain link-fence. Writhing was futile, I obviously wasn’t going anywhere and those cuffs hurt. I doubted I’d ever want to wear my gold and pearl bangle bracelets ever again after tonight. I breathed heavily. His radio crackled and a dispatcher briskly said something that I didn’t catch. He responded to her with a number. He then asked me if I had anything in my pockets that would stick or hurt him. I told him, “I don’t even have any pockets.” I shouldn’t have. Even I wasn’t naïve to think suddenly she would discover Mr. Right had always been there waiting for her patiently. But no matter how hard I tried I couldn’t forget that night we made out and recalled it constantly.Months rolled by, and Christmas, and then New Year arrived. We remained friends and I pined for her the whole time while doing my best to put on a happy face. Then after short Semester break my uncle requiem celebration approached and I saw an opportunity for us to spend some time.