It’s not that he was bad or anything, or that I was the aggressor and he didn’t expect it that time. It’s just that I never think about things t...o much. Harry was in his mid to late fifties and in great shape. He’s a divorced father of three with one child a few years older than me. Of course, he made sexual innuendos as we chatted and I smiled because I knew he wanted me again, which I absolutely loved. “I'm going to switch to treadmill,” I told him and I washed the machine down. He said he’d. When I arrive you will be ready onall fours with your hands behind your back. I will tie you and then useyouas a fuck machine. When I am finished you will thank me and ask what myduites are for the day, is that clear?" er yes I suppose so" you address me as Sir" yes sir" right what are you waiting for slut, on you knees, hands behind yourback"He tied my wrists and then in front of my wife I sucked him off, or ratherhe face fucked me."I always knew you were a fucking slut" Mary said as she. I had some short-term girlfriends in those long years, but for the most part I was alone. There were a few intense relationships, each lasting about a year. Between each, there were years of true celibacy. I never learned to play the field or date casually. I was either playing with all my chips on the table or I was sitting it out completely. During those celibate years I would wonder if my fate was to be married to my right hand for the rest of my life. The failed marriage had left me feeling. "Christine blushed again as she whispered to my wife, "Maybe I'll tease him for a week beforehand so he cums as quick as I did. I would have been fine if he hadn't stayed inside after he made me cum."There was a naughty smile on my wife's face that I didn't trust, and I quickly moved to sidetrack her."Hey, didn't you have two things to confess?" I asked.For the first time in years, my wife blushed. "Remember what you promised," she demanded. I hadn't actually made the promise, but I didn't.