I looked at her for a second and she mouthed something I couldn’t make out and she scurried out of the room. I stood there dumbfounded for a few min...tes before I heard her footsteps in the hall. She appeared in the doorway wearing a harness attached to a dildo jutting between her thighs. She stepped back over to me and we kissed feverishly once more. Her tongue pressed against mine and her hand shot between my legs. I did my best to concentrate on tweaking her nipples and sucking her tongue. I started explaining the technique as I was applying it. As I was almost finished explaining it, she kissed me lightly on the lips. I was shocked. I began to let go and when she got her hand free she grabbed my crotch. I was hard. She giggled again and told me that she liked being held down. I didn't understand at first but she proceeded to tell me about how wet she got when she couldn't move and was at the mercy of a man. I had never heard of this before. I helped her up and she asked me if I. "She kissed the tip of my nose. "You can snooze some more. Me, I'm strangely wide awake, and feeling really really fucking good. Wonder why?"I went down for nearly three more hours. When I finally staggered out of the damn bed, I was so groggy I felt like a zombie retard. A quick shower helped, though as always I was sorry to erase the smell of my wife from my body.I came into the kitchen and sat down at the table. Nearly instantly, Tanya had a mug of fresh coffee in front of me. "Poor baby,". But I’m not suffering from any illusions that she’ll talk to me. And even if she does, there is no way things can go back to the way they were. A few weeks of silence while she figured things out, I could understand, especially if she talked to me and said she needed time. But it’s going on three months now.”“What do you need from me, Yankee?” she asked softly.“Just what you’re doing. Just love me, Peaches. Just be here for me.”“I love you more than anything, Steve. I hope you know that..