We both woke early in the morning, thanks to our early-to-bed regime, had one more quick fuck, before sharing a shower. We ate breakfast naked before ...ressing for work and heading off for another day.Jim insisted that even when I was going to work I wear short skirts without panties, although he did allow me to wear a bra to work, but not at any other time. He would ring me at work and ask me if my pussy was wet or not. Nine times out of ten he caught me when I had been day dreaming about our. " He raised an eyebrow, "Bad?" "Sir," Gabriella swallowed, "I'm a married woman." She tried to ignore the sudden wetness in her lacy panties - a gift from Jamie just last Christmas. "Go on Gabby..." He whispered, sexual tension radiating between the both of them, "Do it. Be spontaneous. Be bad." His hands slowly glided up her thighs, she reached out blindly until she found the blinds to her office, and twisted them shut. "Be bad..." He growled again, his fingers finding the outline of her. They pulled her down onto a platform on the stage and bound her spread eagled on it. One young woman brought a pair of scissors to her and began cutting her clothes off of her. When she was nude she brought out a jar of some kind of cream and rubbed it into Jessicas breasts around her aureoles and onto her pussy especially on her clit. Those areas quickly heated up making her aroused. Once they saw that she was ready she watched as the young men stripped their young cocks standing out hard. What was happening? Real men, real husbands don’t let their wives have sex with other men, I thought. What if my friends found out? What about my family? No one would understand. Suddenly I thought about Jim. Would he tell anyone that he fucked my wife while I stood by and watched…and wanked no less?My thoughts were dizzying and I was nauseous as I looked toward the center of the room again. At first I could not see her but then I realized that Shelley was sandwiched between Clarence and surfer.