I woke again to the alarm buzzing and reached over to shut it off. It was only five thirty but I knew I should get up and get going to be at the arena...for six thirty. I showered and shaved and slipped back in to bedroom to grab some comfy travelling clothes for the long bus ride.I made myself some toast for breakfast and then when I was ready; I went in and looked in on Vicky."Honey, I have to get going, if you want to use the car you have to get up to drive me" I said.She groaned and opened. She needed to feel other men still found her attractive. She was getting bored with stay at home mom thing since the kids started school’ ‘So being a fucking slut made her feel attractive? If she was feeling so bored maybe she should have gotten a job and taken some of the pressure off of her poor old hard working husband.’ He took a long draw on his beer. She started grasping at straws. ‘She was depressed maybe it was something to do with her hormones.’ She looked down at the coffee table. Let?s go see that new Sandra Bullock movie, OK???Sure, that sounds like fun,? replied Karl. ?Are we in some kind of reality warp or something? This is going a little too well. We?d better sit down and look at both those tapes again and SOON!?Karl and Cary began wearing their pretty panties all the time and of course, watching and listening to their new tapes every day. They discarded their boy undershorts completely and apparently forever, going home that day and replacing all the shorts in. I said, “you wicked wife, you were ordered to sip not to gulp, you have to start again from number one and this time no gulping. She was almost weeping and finished the three glasses somehow. When she started to get up I forced her to the squat position again and said, “I said you can pee. I never said you can go to the bathroom.” Saying this I just gave her plump ass a small kick. She could not hold it any longer and started peeing on her saree with a hissing sound. I and Arnab was looking.