“See, that’s what an engagement ring is about. Make sure you tell her that story because ... I think she’s going to be pissed that you spent so ...uch dough on her.”“Tell me you didn’t sell your car,” Jill said abruptly.“I didn’t sell the car,” I said. “I thought about it but I think Liz likes the car more than she likes me. I’m going to give it to her as a wedding present. It’s not like I’m going to be able to get much use out of it.”“Better than an iron,” Jill said. “But you might leave off the. Next back to the top and my imprisoned nipples. First set free then the now familiar feel of chili cups placed on them. Not the breasts in total, just the nipples them selves. They pulled and stretched until no more space could be found. I could feel their weight which added to the sensation. Leaving a patch of kissed down my body the next linked to the last I felt his warm breath upon my thigh as he broke the seal of the cup above. The cool night air rushed to it, though tied I could tell. "oh my god, you're so wet... you're loving this aren't you" she laughed and then grabbed my panties and pulled them off. I was lying on the bed fully naked apart from my skirt. I felt really vulnerable as she kissed up my leg. And then she parted my legs and my pussy was exposed to her.... "wow, what a pretty looking pussy..." she said and then took a deep breath in. She slid a finger into my pussy and thrust it in and out. "God you're so tight...". She pulled out her finger and leaned in to. I didn't realize at the time but I enjoyed the humiliation that my wife dealt out. I felt that I deserved it for the perverted thoughts I kept hidden in my head, for the dreams of chains, of leather and of pain. The pain I that I so selfishly desired. I did not realize the other more dangerous and terrible desires that were hidden still deeper within me. As I lay in bed afterwards next to my cruel and snoring wife, I began to realise that I had married the wrong woman.Back to the munch. I had.