’ She heard a faint snort. ‘Maybe. Last time I checked, you weren’t boring or stuffy.’ A sudden pause stretched into several seconds as she ...emembered the last time he ‘checked’: a rough, quick coupling against her front door after returning from dinner. They didn’t even bother to undress. ‘You’re thinking about it, aren’t you?’ It wasn’t a question, not really. ‘Thinking about what?’ Ana asked too innocently. ‘Hmm. You against the door, me covering your mouth when you—’ ‘Oh yeah, I vaguely. The other reason I like the idea of writing this is that I can have her read it back to me after were finished here. Make her relive her humiliation and abuse while she strokes my cock and watches me drink a cold one. Lets see. The room were in is nice, a typical hotel room in the Midwest. Were on the tenth floor and the curtains are open, I can look out over the city. Or I can turn the other way and see my wife on the king sized bed, her legs wrapped around a big, black guys back. Shes wearing. This meant that nudism became the expected norm for the whole town. It was not just ‘clothing optional’ it was ‘no clothing allowed at all’ with inclement weather being the only thing that could challenge this. Those people who did not want to go about naked found themselves being the ones having to apply for special ‘Textile Status’ to do so. Quite a few groups did apply for Textile Status but they still only comprised a very small percentage of the town’s 36,000 residents.One of the other. I took a seat in one of the rearmost pews. It was blessedly quiet. I sighed as I looked at the altar and the old familiar feelings came back. Why had I quit going? I couldn't even remember it had been so long. Of course Keri was not religious in the least. She worshiped at the altar of commerce and money. That wasn't really a fair description. Keri was an excellent mother and had been a wonderful wife for a long time. When had we stopped being a couple?I don't know how long I sat there lost in.