Her class had taken a tour of a gallery featuring the work of the first encasement artist, some 190 before. There was one piece that made her feel ver... strange. It was a husband and wife making love, in what seemed to be midair. She had discovered later that this very strange feeling was sexual arousal, and it was perfectly wonderful. She wondered what it would be like sitting for one of these pieces knowing you were about to die. It made a chill run up her back. Then the strange feeling. “Rummy on the board!” I exclaimed, knowingly misreading the cards on the floor. “Uh-uh-uh,” Damien shook his head and wagged his finger. “Take off your thong, sweetheart." “Dammit.” I hung my head in false shame, then perked back up. “I’ll do it on one condition.” “What’s that, Moriah?” “You have to let me see that huge cock of yours again.” I purred, crawling on all fours up to him until our lips touched and he was under me. He slid his hand into my thong strap and snapped in on my skin,. Tim entwined his fingers in hers, secured as she was, her face contorting as the invader filled her bowel completely, she could feel the head deep inside her, soon easily a foot or more inside, invading where no man had ever managed, even in her sensual youth, …she cried out, involuntarily unable to take any more in silence, To her surprise, the invader stopped its advance. Binky joining Tim, smiling down at his victim, and saying “Only an inch or two more my sweet, then the fun can begin!” she. There was never a fear of adultery. I wanted my wife to have her affairs. It helped to make our sexual fantasies fulfilled beyond our wildest dreams. Each of us was therefore getting exactly what we needed and desired from the marriage. Few married couples could honestly say that. And perhaps most importantly, we not only loved each other, but were also very close friends. There were no secrets between us. We knew the darkest areas of each other’s mind and it was okay. We never had to worry.