His eyes lit up and he said yes. My wife was having a good time with Chuck she stood in front of him reached under her dress and pulled her panties do...n and off tossing them to him. He reacted like he was catching a hot potato and his face was almost purple he was so embarrassed, but he did look at them before he gave them to me. I looked that them and said to Chuck look my wife is very turned on the crotch of her panties are soaked then I showed him. Clowning around some more my wife reached. ’ Marilyn and I retired to her dressing suite where she poured us both a large gin and tonic. The film was called, ‘Wartime.’ “He’s such an arse, Faye,” said Marilyn. “Can't he see or hear what crap it is?” She handed me my glass. “Darling, you forget. He wrote it.” “Oh, my God. Did he?” More laughter. My dress was straight out of the 1940s. It buttoned down the front and had a thin black belt. Less glamorous than Marilyn’s but she was the femme fatale of the film and I was the ‘normal’ army. I pulled my shorts up and over my shaft as the first shots of cum burst out, preventing any embarrassing drips on the landing. I leant back a little, rubbing myself through the material until I could feel that there was no more to come. Gingerly, I got up and went back to bed – quickly falling asleep with figments of Amy and Emma storming through my mind.***I awoke late that morning. The clock read “11:10” but despite my lay in, I still felt sleepy – my punishment for gazing through a keyhole. Then she brought out more straps and I watched as she wrapped them around my arms and legs securing me even more to the wood frame, making sure that I was not going to be able to move at all. And always making sure that I felt her breasts rubbing against me as she did her work. When she was done securing me to the frame, I watched as she crossed the room. I watched her ass as she walked away from me and could hear her bells jingle as she walked. I saw her start to move another piece of.