A cold beer and a large vodka. I found my foot tapping along to the music. I ordered my wife, Angela, a double Bacardi and coke and a cold cider. A f...w more drinks and it was not long until my wife was up on the dance floor, jigging away to the music. I forgot just how sexy my wife looked and could be. She was wearing a revealing top and a short skirt; you could see her white G string when she swayed with the music. She was a good looker, I was a lucky guy. I think a few other people had. If, by chance, he digresses and treats you in a way that you find unacceptable, simply say, 'One more week...'. He will know exactly what that means, and you will see the look of regret in his eyes as he immediately wishes he hadn't done what ever he did to displease you.2) Taking control of his cock and his orgasms puts a dent in his male ego. The male ego is the source of most problems in a marriage. Basically, it's what makes men assholes. And, the male ego is what makes many men think that. As the soundless tape rolled, I couldn’t help but glance at Lou out of the corner of my eye. As he watched his baby busily fucking his seven men, Lou’s face went red, then drained its colour to white, then took on a red, purplish, hellish colour. I don’t know for sure what went through his mind at the moment, but I think I can guess. For myself, I couldn’t look at the tape again. I found if I did have a glance, my cock immediately began to harden. I think it was even getting to Lou, too. Once,. ’ Her breath was sporadic, heavy, evidence of the unquenchable lust that I brought to the normally serene surface of her personality. My hand moved to her other breast, giving its nipple the same treatment as the first. She moaned, lowering her head, a movement that only brought her full ass higher into the air. Unable to resist temptation, my hand rose and fell with unerring accuracy on the quickly reddening tender flesh. She cried out, throwing her head back, and her long hair whipped onto.