When she jogged by I let out a low whistle. She stopped jogging and turned towards me. “Hi there my name is Tom,” I said as she walked towards me....“Hi, my name is Brianna, nice to meet you,” she replied with a giggle and smile. We started talking. She told me that her and her husband moved into the neighborhood a couple of weeks ago. We continued to talk as I glanced at her body when she was not looking. Her legs were toned and she had well defined hips. She had nice sized distinctive breasts.. " I replied again, " I am asking you for the last time -- yes, or no? If you again waste my time, I shall make a phone call and ruin your reputation." She is sobbing and crying. But she is also thinking. She wouldn't be able to face her friends. That frightened her and think hard. if she did agree to my perversions, only her life would be ruined. So, she decided then, to agree to my terms. Sobbing, she told me, " OK... John, I have no other option. So, I agree. You can do to me, whatever you. I have had ‘Friends’ on here warn me, that I might enjoy the experience and not to fight it, so I have thought it through, and being in reality rather shy, I have decided I would feel safe with this. This is the the SCENARIO I ENVISION, knowing my husband, and what could be set up. Please enjoy as I am getting very wet writing this, and I haven’t even started it yet! VALENTINE’S DAY AFTERNOON, k**s Napping, Us Making Love: ‘Sweetheart, would you really want to see me with another man?’ Husband:. Androgyny personified was my mental description of her as she carried a couple of beers in and flopped onto a lounge chair opposite me and spread her muscular legs. I poured another wine with a shaking hand as I felt my clitty try to harden between my legs. Lust was in the air. I gulped some wine and raced into the bathroom to fix touch up my make up and have little tinkle on the loo. Swaying back into the room, trying to be as womanly as possible, I topped up my drink and demurely sat down on.