You open you mouth to say that you're nervous. Before any words can escape, my lips are on yours. My hands explore your body. My hands grab your hips ...nd pull you close, then you feel my hands travel back and grab your ass. One hand runs up your back to your head, grabbing your hair and pulling your head back. You hear me let a groan as my mouth finds your neck.There's a thump in your chest. Your heart's pounding, first from nerves, but now the excitement is taking over. You reach down and grab. My nipples never need sucking or stretching to erection. The sight and thought of the clamps application is enough. A clumsy hand combined with a number of attempts to apply the clamp in the perfect way is enough to sell the virtues of a heavy gag. One Mistress was so fascinated about the level of pain fresh hold my nipples can manage; she freed one hand from its restraint, oiled and demanded I apply my own nipple clamps, insisting on a perfect horizon when secure. It took a good slippery 20. I found myself captivated by the idea that my wife was getting the sex that I could never provide her and realizing I was turned on about it was icing on the cake. I mean most men would be very angry I think yet here I was with an erection and almost immediately fantasizing about the whole situation, clearly I am a beta male and cuckold and I was so happy about it!The next morning not wanting to let it go I was up early and she came down about a half hour later for coffee. I lovingly greeted. He kept his eyes on her as he flicked open the button on his fly, revelling in the lust he saw there. He stepped slowly out of the jeans and advanced up the stairs before lowering himself gracefully into the water. The water swirled around his chest as he advanced slowly on Eve, still in her corner. He kept eye contact with her the whole time and his eyes now held that predatory gleam he got right before he got his hands on her.He stopped inches from her, inside that skin-prickling personal.