She started very openly flirting with men in the bar. Our friends are not aware that we live this type of lifestyle, and they were shocked. At first I...loved it, but as my wife got d***ker she started being very aggressively and obviously slutty. For instance, I caught her rubbing a guy’s dick under the bar table (over his trousers). Really, she was being so slutty that it embarrassed me. The next day (Friday), my wife was very apologetic. I think that she knew it went too far for me. I like. My wife and I went for our usual walk in the morning before returning for a snack lunch which we normally followed by having an afternoon sleep however I told my wife that I didn't feel tired and fancied going out for a final walk in the sunshine before our return home the next day.I left her to sleep and climbed the stairs to the guys room which was on the floor above. Reaching their door I was very nervous with anticipation but determined to carry through and knocked, the door was opened. He was faster and caught her in four strides, grabbing her around her waist and lifting her up against him as she kicked and struggled to get free.“I see I will have to apply force, Miss McLuster. I had hoped to have your cooperation, but it really doesn’t matter to me. You have told me your desires. I will fulfill them. Cold feet nonwithstanding. Perhaps we need to leave the hall however...I wouldn’t want your cries of pleasure attracting notice.”He half-dragged, half carried the struggling. Lisa went outside to try and find her associate Rick at the Barn. ----Chapter two: Unauthorized fun----The Barn honored its name mostly on the outside, which was kept in pristine state according to tradition. Inside, however, a lot had changed since Lisa owned it. She'd turned three quarters of it into a full-fledged bdsm- and torture guesthouse. With a kitchen, living room, bathroom, three fully stocked playrooms and a ban on recording equipment, it provided a secluded, private alternative to.