But each word did hurt me, but by a narrow margin, the excitement it gave me was more powerful.And then I asked the question that haunted and excited ...e beyond all else. “After all the games we’ve played, and all our fantasies, do you want to be with him for real?”And my beautiful wife held my hand tightly, looked into my eyes and answered me from her heart.“Yes, Pete. I do want to be with him. Both for myself, and because I don’t think that you and I can move on until we’ve done this thing.. Then she asked him, "Do you know what kind of dress you want?" What do you mean?" he asked her."Sir, do you want a gown, something like for a date, evening to look goodand facy. Or something for the every day to wear casually?"That was a question. This was going to be his big day so he decided to goall out. "I want something fancy and beautiful. Very formal if you don'tmind. I want to be stunning for her?"Now she was wondering what was going on. Was he dating a woman that puthim up to this? It. Sounding incredibly bored, he said, ‘Now why would I marry you? I am betrothed to a pretty young twelve year old from an old and noble house, even if I weren’t, I still wouldn’t wed you. Why should I? You weren’t anything special, if you must know. If I married every wench I tumbled, I’d either be hanged or henpecked, and ‘struth, I’d prefer the hemp noose.’ As far as he was concerned, she was just a piece of fluff that he’d been tupping for a couple of months now, and she’d gotten too clingy. My cock was throbbing, though i didnt understand why. But that was so hot, watching them take her. She hadgotten her wish. That Saturday, Gary took me to the bdsm club. Ther inside wer Snakeand LeRoy, as well as about 25 other men, all Doms, with assortedslaves. Gary actually tied my ankles to a chair leg and told me if Iwanted to watch I couldn't mutter as much as a cough.He had to be sure I wouldn't interrupt the sale. I nodded i understood. After about 4 slaves were paraded out, with no.