Her posture was perfect.I reached into the drawer of the end table, next to my chair and pulled out a leather dog collar and a leash. I wrapped the c...llar around her beautiful neck and buckled it.“Very nice,” John said.“Perfect,” Robert agreed.I leaned forward in my chair, admiring my naked wife, and then clipped the leash into the D-ring of the collar. I handed the leash up to John. “You can take her in there,” I said, pointing to one of the guest bedrooms. John, smiled at me and then. I unlocked the front door and walked in. “Chelsea?” I called before closing the door. I was a little startled as I shut the door behind me, finding Chelsea standing right there. She wore a short silk dressing robe that barely covered her crotch. All I could see were her bare legs, and I thought I could see her nipples poking through the thin silk.“You really liked fucking that dirty little slut, didn’t you, Trevor?” she said. Fuck. I knew I had gone too far. I stepped back, quickly. She was wearing nothing underneath it. I could see her nipples erect and the hairs on her twat that had been trimmed neatly into a v that lined perfectly with her tan line. I wasted no time and gave her a kiss and a hug. I hadnt even set the paper bag that held the beer and lube and rubbers down. Her breath was sweet like honey and her eyes looked into mine grateful and happy to be alive. She was suffering. She said so in my ear softly as I lifted her gown up and over her head. I fell to my. She caught me glancing back a couple of times, and turned away quickly. The third time I caught her looking at me, she did not turn away, but looked me up and down and slyly, and slightly, licked her lips. That told me and my caddish self that she was the one whom would probably share my bed that night, and try on Big Jake. (I know, childish to name your penis, but hey…I’m a cad.) After a few moments, and just as I was preparing to call the waiter and send this woman a drink, another woman.