He heard for a week how big of a pervert he was, because there was no need for a married man to be wanking off in the bathroom. Well, yeah there was, ...hen the wife in question's idea of 'an active sex life', was once a week on a Saturday night, after the eleven o'clock news.Shit recently she didn't even want much foreplay, anymore. Just enough to get her damp, and then she wanted him on her and fucking. How romantic is that shit? There was no love making to it, anymore. It was just straight up. We toasted to a good weekend, loaded our bags and got going. We had not had dinner and were getting hungry so we stopped at a small restaurant next to the highway. While we ate dinner Jennifer distracted my wife while Mindy opened a capsule and slipped the contents into my wife’s drink. By the time we got to the nudist camp my wife was half out of it. She was groggy enough so she really didn’t know what was happening but went along with anything we told her. Steve pulled the van into the. " Oh, and have ya two been playing with the lash behind our backs now?" Shauna grinned. "And just who would be doing the lashing and who'd be in the receiving end might ah ask?" Maybe we trade off," Leanne wiggled her bottom which I promptly spanked softly. "And then again maybe not," she giggled releasing her legs before sliding down to stand in front of me. "Any problem, Martin? Ah know we can't tell ya exact times..." You just knock them dead out there, baby, and we'll adapt to whatever you. Time to go. We drive away into the night.deep endDulled senses. Ability to recognize such is slightly diminished. I miss the glorious pain. It is so real. The beats pulse through the body and so I go on. I’m alone with my thoughts. Plenty of time to think, ponder, and consider. A path is found I think. Pump, pump - the beats flow through, around me. Alive, living - oh yes, what fun. Oh joy. Is it? There is still a bit of confusion just under the surface. Oh no - what now?Bring on the pain..