I looked into her beautiful blue eyes. She had her hair pulled back in a ponytail; she was wearing old, faded cutoffs and a white tank top. I could cl...arly see the outline of her firm, young tits beneath the top. Her legs and thighs were smooth and tan, with little, fine blonde hairs on them. She had a string anklet tied around one of her slim ankles, and her feet were tan with long, sexy toes. I imagined that she wore sexy, little cotton panties beneath the shorts.I looked over at my friend. I called Jonas and told him that I wanted to meet him for coffee, as I had something important to discuss. We met late that afternoon, while my husband was keeping himself busy and out of my way. At first Jonas tried to back away from confirming my husband's infidelity, but once I outlined the plan, including having sex with him, he reluctantly confirmed it and agreed to help me.With his agreement in hand, I set things in motion. Through a friend of Jonas's, we obtained something to put Brian. "Do you want to go on?" "Yes," he said following a brief pause,"go on." He had confessed earlier than he had been "practising" with small objects, inserting them up his ass, but this was entirely something new. He had no control over the advancement of the object and it was considerably larger than what he had been using which was the handle of a hair brush belonging to his older sister. It was a funny image of him sitting on the edge of his bed slowly pushing this object up his ass and then. I saw my frient Bertie, “Hey what happened?” I asked.“She had me drop my pants,” he said, “And she laughed at my cock, the bitch, laughed!” “My commiserations,” I replied, “Better than hung for rape.”“Rape be damned, she wants to marry the chap,” he exclaimed, “She’s quite mad!”Another chap emerged, “She’s mad, quite mad, she asked me to fuk her, spread her legs pulled her gown up, exposed herself and when I went to mount her the guards dragged me off and threw me out of the room with me.