I put my lips around her cunt and started to enter her cunt with my tongue. ! She was hot and wet. I entered her and explored areas none had ever gone... She cummed over my face. Then I put my penis near her cunt to enter it. She said, ‘No, Hari, leave that to my husband. Enter my ass hole instead.” I understood her. I was about to enter that when she said, “Idiot, first lubricate it.” I smiled at her and kissed it. Then I tongued it until she screamed. She then bent down to kiss my penis. She. ” I held out the jacket to her, like it was a sacrificial offering.She looked at me with a confused look on her face, like I was talking gibberish. Maybe I was. I wasn’t sure what I was saying.“What’s that?” she asked, pointing toward the thing in my hand. I looked down at it again, wishing that it would be gone, that it would just disappear.“Jacket, my jacket… long time ago, before we married.” This didn’t make any sense, but I told her about the jacket, that my brother, Tom, had given it to. He began by explaining that he had some friends to whom he’d been bragging about me.“Really?” I was surprised. “You’ve never mentioned any friends. Gay friends?”“Yes. I actually have friends besides you.” He was a little indignant.“You’ve never mentioned any. Not once," I countered.“Well, I did wait a long time before I told them about you,” he admitted. “Maybe two or three months ago. I guess I was trying to keep you to myself or something.“Part of me wanted to brag about my hot, young,. They were a bit jealous that she had wound up with me, but that's another story!We discussed collars. At one point I was all set to purchase a very nice, expensive collar for her, but the reality is that we both work in conservative jobs and can't go flaunting our relationship to everyone. I guess that's why we love doing it surreptitiously. I decided that I would give her necklaces instead that she could treat as a collar. The true hidden meaning again would be only between us. We had built up.