Another length of the ribbon had been wound around my waist and criss-crossed over my cunt, where it finished in an even larger bow-tie. Finally, I h...d been muzzled by a ball-gag (something they evidently both found useful!), and a piece of white card had been placed between my widespread upper thighs and propped against my pussy. On it was written in bold black letters the simple exhortation and invitation: ‘Fuck me! Fuck me NOW!!’Ms Kelsoe was thunderstruck – whatever she had anticipated,. Pretty hunky guy, Italian and all. Why don’t we invite him to a small party here tomorrow after our last dive? We can have our own private cocktail party. The steward mentioned they have champagne in the locker. I will ask him to chill down some bottles for us.” Without turning around or even looking at me through the mirror, Donna replied demurely, “Well, maybe that would be nice.”And with that my plan of action was initiated. First, chill champagne, second invite Vanni to cocktails, to which. “But please call me Ushas.” He hesitated for a moment, then made the comment that most people make. “If you don’t mind my saying so, that’s a most unusual name.” “Yes. Name of a Hindu goddess of the dawn. She’s also said to be a willing young wife who likes to look after the home. My father was lecturer in comparative religion, and an optimist, as I’m not sure I fit either of those descriptions.” We both laughed. “Well, you’ve certainly got a big enough home to look after here,” he said with a. I just desired more and more to see her fucking and sucking other men, preferably with me there. Slowly I began to find more and more sites devoted to cuckoldry and I was drawn like a magnet to them. I would spend hours scouring the net, while Jackie was asleep and unaware of what I was doing. The stories and pictures, be they true or not, fuelled my ever-growing fantasy. At first I liked seeing wives sucking on strangers cocks with little captions directed at absent husbands. Then I became.