Mark, my husband was pleased at the transformation as I was, usually quite horny, when I arrived home, on Friday nights. As the weeks went by, it bec...me obvious that Alan was screwing all of the girls, including, my sister Jenny. Although I didnt approve, they all seemed happy, so I kept quiet. In return he gave me a 25% discount when we bought a new table and chairs! I started to really look forward to Friday night. Especially the flirting, and the dirty talk in the car, sometimes I would. Rolling down my window and extending my arm, it seemed we were just a few inches short of the transfer. Closing the distance involved greater risk than I was willing to undertake at 75 mph. Only later did I realize that the portable umbrella in the side pocket would have been more than adequate to the task.When I told a friend about the episode, I wondered whether the panties had come from her clean stash or the dirty clothes. She assured me that they had been "dirty" because there'd have been. "That?s not playing fair." I pouted as I crossed my arms under mybreasts.She quickly gathered me in her arms and playfully bit my extended bottomlip. "What have I told you about pouting? I am playing fair. I wear thisbecause I know you like it. The least you can do is wear that because youknow I like it."I sighed in defeat. "Fine but you have to tie all the strings."My wife?s eyes were hungry as she stared at me while I undressed. "Solong as I get to UNtie them when we get back."I giggled as. “One word only please, green; you still ok, or red; you can’t take any more?”After a few second her nipples hardened again and she smiled the biggest smile I have ever seen and said one word “green”Taking her off the bed I bent her over the end; it was just the right height to hold her supported. Her arms got lashed to the foot board, feet spread to the bed feet. I softly but firmly spanked her and told her how bad she was for coming so much and passing out. Her whole body blushed with fire. I.