" But I didn't. I wasn't sure for some reason. But I'm through with all that ... the doubts," I say even as more spring into my mind. "I've decided! T...is is it. I'm serious. Jeff's the one," I announce defiantly to the mirror.I watch myself in the mirror for second after second, laughing at my image as I pose myself in a series of playmate type poses. "But this has to go first," I announce to the room as I lightly brush the triangle of hair at the base of my stomach. "Jeff is going to get a. I slowed my pace and strained my ears to try to identify the noise. At first I thought it was some strange whistle coming from the wind. Depending on the surrounding trees, it can sometimes create an ominous keening sound. This was different. It echoed from out of the cave and sounded like a woman crying, weeping in misery. My pulse quickened as I considered what could make that noise.Was a woman trapped or hurt in there? Was it an a****l that I didn’t know about? Perhaps an injured deer, or. ” “I....I....I can’t see any women wanted to be restrained on a bed by strangers,” she told him. “A boyfriend or husband, yes. But not by a group of men.” John smiled. “You would be surprised,” he responded. “Lots of women fantasise about it. Three or four guys tying them down to the bed and having their wicked way with her. A woman can get up after having a good time and walk away without any feelings of guilt or embarrassment. She had been restrained and couldn’t escape; she had no option. We are a very happy couple in our fifties but love to experiment in our sex life. One Friday evening, we decided to head out of our neighbourhood for a couple of drinks. We found a nice little pub in a little village a few miles out of town. We had finished our first drink when I noticed two young guys eyeing my wife up, which was not a surprise as she was looking very horny in a short skirt and high heels. After a while, I asked my wife if she liked the look of the two guys. She said they.