"OK, that's fair." he surrendered. "How does seven sound?" Seven's fine. I have your address, so I'll see you then," she said."Terrific! I'm already p...anning the menu! I intend to impress you." You already have," she replied with a sincere note in her voice."Bye Ingrid, see you tomorrow." he said quietly and hung up.Ingrid looked at the phone after she had put the receiver down. She was in strange territory for a woman who was used to being in control of her personal relationships. He had her. When they awoke, they each opened their eyes, recounted the evening and asked themselves the same questions:That was the best night of sex either had ever had. It was so realistic and different than all the other times they had pretended. Was it real? Had they really screwed their best man? Each noticed the underwear that was lying on the bed near their head. It had been the underwear they had been gagged with and had also given their husband at dinner earlier in the evening. “So it was just my. He went back downstairs, and mixed a measure of sedative into her bedtime glass of water. A while later he heard her call to him that she was ready for her water, and he took it up to her. She was sitting up in bed in her dressing gown, he knew that she was naked under it as she slept naked. His hand shook with suppressed lust, as he placed the glass on her bedside cabinet and chastely kissing her goodnight left the room. Jane was embarrassed with herself, since she had become sexually active. She kept rubbing him with gentle, barely there, butterfly touches. ‘Oh honey, I think I’m getting up there.’ ‘Huh?’ ‘I’m going to cum!’ He said with a pained look on his face. Just as soon as he had warned her, the first string of hot, creamy, white semen shot out of the tip of his penis. It shot up and landed on his stomach, making him look a little funny. ‘Wow.’ Jenna said with her mouth wide open. Appearently she had caught a few drops in her mouth. ‘Salty.’ She licked her lips. ‘I want.