They seemed to be fine so I had a few more drinks before heading home. Walking along, my mind was a blur trying to think of what she might do or say. ...ven the thought of a divorce gave me a shiver. Would she? Could she? What could I do? I just hoped she would forgive me for what I had done.Tentatively, I opened the front door, trying to be as quiet as I could. The last thing I wanted was for her to attack me again. “So you decided to show your face again did you,” she said catching me sneaking. Four balls, however, hit directly on my legs or stomach and bounced away.“It looks like you knocked the piss out of her,” Denise said as she walked up to stand directly in front of me. Suddenly there was a strange look on her face as she said slowly, “Or did you?”She reached down and rubbed her fingers on the gusset of my panties. I must have moaned slightly because Denise jumped back with a surprised look on her face and yelled out,“She’s getting off on this! She’s wet!”She leaned in a little. Claire laughed and said that she knew I wouldn't. She cleared her throat and asked me the next time I felt the need to masturbate, would I think of her. I asked her if it would make her feel good. Claire nodded shyly. I told her that I would if it made her happy. Claire kissed me on the cheek and thanked me for indulging her silly request.I laughed to put her at ease and said I would see her next week. The week flew by and I was soon at her door. Claire swung it open and greeted me with a. On a more mundane level she was becoming accommodated to the idea that she should defer to her husband and avoid at all costs drawing attention to herself. The simple expedient of applying a tightly buckled ball gag at the instant she spoke out of turn had achieved a great deal in a short time. She was now most circumspect when in my company, taking care not to venture an opinion unless asked, nor to initiate conversation unnecessarily. This, I viewed, was a considerable step forward for her.In.