"Good boy," she said. "Now come and wash my back."That was even better, though we didn't do anything more than soap each other and fondle in the proce...s. Back in our bedroom, Teri laid out my 'ministerial' suit – something I didn't usually wear even when I was actively preaching – dark grey, with a waistcoat."I don't wear that except for funerals!" Yes, you do, today. Image, darling. I'll bet the Nazarene people wouldn't even listen to you if you don't. It'll still be up to you to hold their. Instead, I got a critique. ‘Well, it’s really not cut full enough at the top, and the laces are already breaking. With your figure, you need something that’s cut a little differently. Look in the mirror, and you’ll see that the back doesn’t close completely at the top, and I don’t think that’s what you want.’ Every word was like a tiny barb inserted into my flesh, but he was focused on his appraisal of the garment, and hadn’t yet noticed my pain. A logical woman would have known that I am his. Of course it would be a public place. Someplace with people. Someplace you’d feel safe. The hotel bar was perfect, as it was packed at happy hour. Did it seem like a strange request then when I instructed you to wear a mid-length skirt with no panties? Perhaps. But I was sure you’d be eager to display how obedient you could be. I let you linger alone in the bar for ten minutes, watched you playing with the straw in your drink, eyes continuously scanning the room. Long enough to let your. My wife is the most wonderful friend, lover and wife a man could possibly imagine. Together we have explored more sexual adventures than most people have in a lifetime. We don't have what I would call an "open" marriage, but we both enjoy sex enough to understand that sometimes things happen. We've shared a number of people in threesomes, participated in a few orgies, and certainly been with some people privately.On more than one occasion I've come home smelling of another woman's perfume (or.