I watched the clock closely all day. She caught me doing it a number of times and just smirked. I stuck my tongue out at her once."Oh ho!" she said. "...s my little cuckold getting to be a smarty pants. You're going to pay for that one, just you wait," she said, kidding me—well, I hoped she was kidding me.At 6:30 she was almost ready. She came downstairs dressed to kill. God my wife was beautiful. "You like?" she said."Isn't my tongue hanging out," I said.She laughed at me. "Well, only a mile,". There was no room in my purse for the tennis shoes, so I threw them in abush that made up a small garden in front of the office. It was not anelegant solution, but I doubted that any real woman would carry hershoes into an interview.I was annoyed when I realized that I could have put the shoes on theshoe rack just inside the door. I was surprised at my impulsive decisionto leave my shoes outside, but I had to hurry and announce myself.Ideally, I wanted to arrive ten minutes early. I thought. “You’re telling me that if I fuck your wife, if I degrade her, that I don’t have to worry about you harassing me at work anymore, that we can put this behind us once and for all and go on with our lives.” He continued, “And, I’m to understand that you want me to do anything filthy and nasty I can think of to your wife with your permission.”Peter could barely answer. He was crazed with lust. “Slap her, choke her, squeeze her tits until they are bruised, tie her up, anything man, do anything.”. Not much just a little. Paul continued to work his way up my body. He did my arms and my neck. It was time for him to work on my back.He told me that he was going to lift my dress up. I felt ashamed but didn`t disagree. he lifted my dress and I knew he was surprise because he stopped at some point. I could feel my ass being bare. I tried to bite my lips and he stopped talking. He lifted it some more until half my back was bare. I was half naked in front of a stranger. It wasn`t that bad as I am.