I heard the rustling of blankets and the squeaking of the bed and I assumed that Clint was now joining my wife in the bed. I immediately heard the ea...ily recognizable sounds of lovers kissing. Not gentle love kisses, rather the eager, passion filled raw kisses of excitement and lust.The tempo of their breathing was fast and very audible. Their passion was palpable and it was contagious. Through my mind’s eye I envisioned the things they were doing as I listened to them. The sound of their. She’s already drifting towards subspace?I had been doing my homework on the BDSM world. That’s always been an interesting area for me as far as watching videos and reading erotica, but I didn’t have any actual experience with it other than role-plays online. The thought of having a daughter with submissive tendencies, though, was very compelling. I needed to handle this right: I didn’t want to damage her psyche. Well, besides the damage that fucking her own father can cause…“Ash, we’ve got a. Unless I am mistaken, she saw me come in and switched tables with another waitress. She came up and gave me a big hug and told me briefly about the divorce. Mary was a wonderful waitress, besides being a talented hairdresser. She and the baby had moved out of their apartment and in with her sister. After serving our lunch, she brought me the bill and a note asking to meet her for coffee the next afternoon and included her phone number. I called her later that evening; she regaled me with the. I am your husband.She: What?! This is not a marriage and..I kissed her before she could complete her sentence. I put my hands on her hips and pulled her closer. After a minute, she responded and opened her mouth. Our tongues played with each other, salivas got exchanged.I put my right hand on the married girl’s breasts and pressed her left boob. She wasn’t wearing any inners. Her nipples were hard. I slid my left hand inside Pallavi’s pant and rubbed on her ass crack.After a while, I moved to.