Good times! Not bad for a first attempt I thought, and since then I’ve been exploring my darker side. Like the time I used ice cubes and hot wax on...his bare skin (including cock) alternately to cause intense extremes of temperature which induced an almost pleasure/pain sensation. Or the time that I left him with his hands tied high above his head until they hurt whilst he watched ‘eeyore’ finger me until I groaned and gushed everywhere. We’ve experimented with spanking, though to be fair I. By the time I had made our mugs of spiked coffee, she had arranged herself on the couch, bundled in two blankets. There were two more for me to use. I handed her both mugs and wrapped myself in my own blanket cocoon. When I was settled, she handed me my coffee.“A toast?” she asked.“Sure. To summer. Let us never complain about the heat and humidity again.”Her laugh was a beautiful sound. “I'll drink to that!”We sipped our steaming mugs in silence for a while.“I'd like to propose another. ‘These little fellows are cute.’ ‘They’re thongs.’ He said oh really and said he’d never seen a woman in one of those although they looked a lot like miniature bikini bottoms. ‘I’m wearing a pair,’ Louise said stupidly. ‘Oh really, show me.’ ‘No.’ ‘Oh come on lovely one. I won’t bite.’ Louise hoped certainly not. The madness continued. ‘What will you do if I show you?’ ‘I was planning to do nothing but if you insist on me doing something I’ll think about it.’ Moving robotically Louise pulled up. I am still reaming out my wife’s pretty ass because I want her to know I believe in a husband’s rights and that she needs to mend her ways when it comes to sinning against the world of the Lord.It is pretty obvious to me that my Tammy Sue is partial to that style of loving and I wondered if she was bending over for the parson as well. I noticed that my numerous in-laws were a trifle concerned that I was not as dumb as I often pretended to be and might harbor suspicions about Tammy Sue’s.