I whole heartedly confess that I’m not her husband in these situations. I turn into some voyeur who has no control. She confesses she does not feel ...ike a wife but more like a slut who can live out any sexual experience. The problems of course all start when you come down from your sexual high. That’s when you feel jealousy, anger and question your actions.Months after this party we have talked about swinging and where it could end up. Despite everything it’s a life we enjoy. A life we want to. She was covered from head to toe in a black zentai spandex catsuit. The only parts of her body exposed by the tight fitting item of clothing were her nostrils and mouth. Over the top of that, she was wearing gleaming knee-high boots with impossibly high heels, also black.Kevin watched in fascination as she put on the finishing touch, her rubber hood. Like the spandex layer beneath it, the rubber hood had tiny little holes for her to breath through. Its only other feature was the large hole. She had the foil part of a half full box of wine in her handbag, and we emptied it before we arrived in Birmingham. Now Derek had said she fell out with people, as she'd go out with them, both women and men-friends, and expect to be bought drinks all night, and then disappear with some bloke she'd met. I didn't want to fall out, so I took plenty of money in case. When we got to the venue, the band's management had swelled the ranks ofthe audience with the generous provision of free booze.. .. She pushed the candle deep, thinking of the tall, dark stranger of her dreams. No, make that a group of strangers. A whole army. Tall, strange men, chasing her, ripping the clothes off her body, leaving her naked and vulnerable, then taking her hard and forcibly. Oh god, they were all over her, their hands grabbing her small, petite breasts, pulling her legs open, their cocks entering her deep, from the front, the back, her mouth. God, her mouth. She would definitely want one in her.