I had a stressful day at work so I gladly accepted. He handed me a glass of whiskey. As I say in my chair sipping on my drink I started to feel groggy... The last thing I remembered was placing the empty glass down on the side table.I came to in my bed. As I woke up I noticed that something was in my mouth. I tried to pull it out but my hands where cuffed to the bed. I looked over at the mirror only to discover I was bound and gagged. Butt naked and rock hard. I tried to free my self but I could. She had strained it pulling into the parking place, and, handing me the keys, said I would have too take her home, as it was just soooooooo painful to drive.The switch was also noted on the way out, in a final circle at her insistence.When we got to her house, we sat outside, held hands, and talked till one, when I had to get up to walk home. She surprised me, actually knocked me over with a feather when she gave me the keys to her car, telling me to pick her up at eleven for church. At this. We did not talk much on the bus, but after we got off at the corner of our street, I casualy again invited him over to my house so as to "surf the net." He accepted, and soon we were on the computer. I took us to a few straight porn sites just to get him horny again. When I once again saw his cramped meat rising, I took us to a gay site excusing the venture as "something gross to look at." I then realized that not only was he still horny, but he was interested. I clicked on a few. When I first noticed that, I teased her saying she could never play high stakes poker. She got so upset, I did the smart thing and never mentioned it again. That way I had a good “tell” to know when she was being less than forthcoming.Let me say that when I asked her about Vincent Castilari her eyelids looked like butterfly wings. This whole evolution is taking on a new aspect. I had better keep a close eye on my little lying red-head when we go to this reunion.I do trust my dear wife, and I.