I assumed that it was with Brad, but she wouldn't tell me any details. However, she did allow me to clean the cum from her pussy when she got home.Fri...ay after dinner, we sat on the sofa together, and she greeted me with those words that all husbands—dominating or dominated—dread. "We need to talk." What is it, Darling?" Didn't you give me control of your pleasure?" Yes, Mistress. That's why you have my pathetic dicklette locked up." What did you do last night while I was on my date?" I cleaned. She looked stunning, a size 12, 36B dyed blond she was stood there in her knee high boots with a very short skirt where I could see the tops of her hold up stockings with her shirt unbuttoned so you could see her pert breasts. She wore this knowing smile that she always has when shes going to get fucked. Again I could feel my erection growing and again wanted to fuck her right there but she had other ideas! She also had 2 of my ties in her hand and when she saw me looking puzzled at them she. George and I just lay on the floor kissing each other gently and lookinginto each other's eyes, him smiling at me and touching my face."You're so beautiful," he said sweetly with a smile and I returned thecompliment, "So are you." We deep kissed again, the taste of cum slowlyfading from our tongues.I heard Hector's Latino tinged accent from over on the couch, "You shouldtake this bitch down to the club, yo. The boys would go crazy for thatbooty man." Oh yeah they would, but I don't want that. Carol got LOTS of looks and knew it. And loved it. She stood tall, in her already tall high-heeled shoes.I noticed that she was not totally comfortable walking in those shoes, but was managing surprisingly well (even though Carol was two people away from me, I could still see her quite easily because the person in the middle was Julia, who isn't exactly a difficult obstacle to see around or over).I commented on how well she was walking in high-heels, and Carol answered, "Lots of practice in.