He slips a finger inside. Her pussy is ripe and ready. She is so wet. His digits are soaked. The man brings his hand back to lick the dripping fingers... His lips are now coated with her essence. He loves tasting her. He needs to taste her more. He wants to share her taste.Alan’s eyes scan the road ahead, quickly finding a gap in the line of trees, a break in them. He slows the car and pulls off the road into that small clearing. Looking around he sees that it is the perfect spot, nicely hidden. I’ll buy us another beer, and then I hope you’ll be willing to consummate.” I grinned, “Yes.” “My husband is out of town for a week and a half, so we’ll have a perfect start. We have a large lot and a lot of seclusion, but we have nosy neighbors, so no fun there. You have an apartment near here?” “Yes.” “Good. Starting tonight I drive home after work, go to bed early, and sneak out the back. There’s a wooded area our lot adjoins and I jog there mornings, so I’ll go back that way.” She. They were slowly getting close, and she was responding positively to him. He too was getting attracted to my dominant wife. She was always being revealing and openly flirting with him and all. She always told me that he was a nice guy.My wife started going out with him, shopping and all. Slowly, they were becoming like a couple. I didn’t know what she was into. It was like I was becoming just a dummy. They were more into being in an affair. She even forced me to start addressing her as ‘mam’.. Inside the security office, the guard took off the heavy leather equipment belt and laid it on his desk.“I need to see some I.D., son,” he told me, glaring.“Um, Sir, I don’t have a wallet with me ” I replied.“Why are you dressed like that? And did you wet your pants?”“Er, Sir, this is the way my Masters tell me to dress, and yes, I’m afraid that is my piss,” I confessed.“Masters? These masters control you?“Yes, Sir.”“And you do whatever they say?”“Yes Sir.”“And what about me…will you do.