She was keeping the house cleaner, without being told exactly what needed to be done, but in my opinion, she was still failing miserably. The first th...ng I noticed, was that she wanted praise for wiping a counter or running a vacuum cleaner. As far as I was concerned, housework was an expectation. She should have been doing it properly all along. Before all this fetish stuff began between us, it had been a condition of her remaining employed after we married. So instead of praising her, I began. But I never got a good look at her face, since she was either facing the other way being fucked from behind, or had a guy blocking my view with his cock in her mouth.”Then I kiddingly slapped him on the shoulder, saying, “Whoa, buddy, you’re not getting any ideas about trying to fuck my wife with that big cock of yours, are you?”He tried to make me think he was joking with me too, as he smiled and answered, “Well, you know me, mate, I’m always horny, and she wouldn’t be the first mate’s wife. How would you feel about me fucking them, and would you clean me up if I did? You have damn sure been getting off looking at their big cocks, and they might even let you suck them too.”My comments about him cleaning me up and sucking their cocks must have struck a nerve. He excitedly responded, “Oh fuck yes, honey, I’d love to watch you fuck those boys. And heaven help me, but I would also love to clean you afterwards and clean their cocks too. I hope you don’t think any less of me for feeling. Friday nights were his only night out. He would leave the dorm in the evening, all nattily dressed, proudly sporting his gay leather hat, and a bow tie. He would come back in the wee hours, stumbling down the hall, occasionally talking loudly to himself. I wondered if he would be interesting in helping me out, so I devised a plan. In the privacy of my room, I took several polaroid pictures of myself, in various poses. I took one of me shaving my ass, a couple of hard-on shots, and one with me.