The stockings she had worn were sheer and light, the bra soft and whispy but strong enough to support her full breasts. She had not worn panties. Thro...ghout the day she had been given tasks to perform for him .. little things to provide her with a constant reminder that she was in his thoughts. At intervals he had sent her emails and asked her to report. Four times he had called her and seduced her on the phone as she sat in a busy office. Each call had ended when she felt herself aching to. I put a wet wash cloth in the micro wave to warm it up.When the wash cloth was warm I washed my face and hands, then took off my boots and made a motion with my hands for her turn around. She did. I dropped my pants and briefs and slid my shorts on, just as my shorts were up to my waist, I grabbed the wash cloth and gave my balls and cock a quick wipe.I changed my shirt, as buttoned up the last button I turned and noticed she had been watching me in the computer screen the whole time. It was my. She began more active and excited Me: you mean ,you like to be a prostiute ?Wife: of course not!!!!! I am not interested in money.Me:so if it's only the concept make you horny that mean you like to be a slutWife: yes maybe just thinking about it now make me more excited please fuck me hard I began to build the fantasy to let here imagin I am not her husband anymore Me : how do you like to be picked up from the street or from a special clubWife: What do you mean by special clubMe: it's a super. " That sounded good and all, but I just wanted to make her cum like I'd dreamed of doing for years. "The rest we will deal with later" I thought. I stuck my middle finger into her ass, rubbed her clit with my thumb and twisted her left nipple with my other hand. She was jerking and flailing under me and I hoped she was close. "This feels better than I ever imagined, please make me cum. Make me a woman and christen me as your slut." At that last word I stared pounding her ass and rubbing.