She was very understanding about my needs and encouraged me to masturbate as often as I needed to and even watched me do it. The problem was I found i... harder to get aroused and turned to other things to turn me on, I tried wearing my wife’s clothing to wank in (and over) this worked for a while but I soon got bored, I was watching harder and more extreme porn on the internet when one day I found a bondage site which really turned me on, I never thought of myself as a sub but watching guys. They were, in fact, quite complimentary. I relaxed immediately and went with it as I was felt up and kissed and slowly passed around.We rode for nearly an hour in rush hour traffic, which means we didn’t go very far. The limo pulled into a line of cars and I was surprised to see that we were lined up to go to a basketball game! The limo was waived out of line and directed to a different entrance than the one used by the hoi polloi. The chauffer drove down a private drive and we were let out at. I pulled the warm body on top of myself. We kissed, deeply and passionately, as she pressed her body against mine.Suddenly, I realized the body was not Margaret, but someone with whom I had not slept with or kissed before. My instinct was to push her off from on top of me, but I didn’t. I couldn’t.“We can’t,” I said.“Yes, we can,” she whispered.“No,” I replied.“I’m saving your fucking marriage,” she shot back, “so shut up.”She pressed her lips back to mine and thrust her wicked tongue deep into. I can tell by his slurred speech that he has been drinking heavily.Bobby turns on his side and faces me. I am laying on my back and Bobby's head rests on my shoulder. His hand lands on my stomach. I don't think he even realizes that it is there. I drift off to sleep with his fingers moving ever so slightly on my tummy.Sometime later I awaken and realize that Bobby's hand is laying on my breast! It is moving very very slowly around, exploring. Not knowing if he is awake or asleep, I am afraid to.