To be honest, I was getting off on the control I had created. But after a few weeks, I began to recognize that she did see it as a one-time action. Or...so I thought.After work on Thursdays, I play racquetball with the guys followed by a drink or two at the local bar. It was close to 11 when I got home. I was surprised when I found my in-law's car parked in the driveway. Although they only live three hours away, they have never just showed up at our door, and that is something my wife would not. Afterward she tells me to go down on her to show her how grateful I am to her.Just last week, she invited her friends in for the night. I was already tied to a chair. I was naked, bending over its back. My arms were on the seat, handcuffed to the frong legs, while my legs were spread and tied to the bottom of the back legs. I was blindfolded. Things like how valnerable I was, or that her friends saw me naked and had plans didnt go through my head. The only thing I was thinking about was being a. I am glad that I wore my loose pleated dress pants and boxer drawers that let my 8 inches rise up without restraint. I glanced over at Shari, who stared into my eyes and smiled. She leaned over to her Steven and whispered something, but never took her hand from my boner. He grinned at me and waved the waiter over for the check."Let's go play," was all she had to say and I followed the online lover and my real life guy lover out of the front door to her car. Steven winked at me but in a look. Fast forward to May of this year and more and more of my porn searches were pee related. Then one night after a wed been out for a friends birthday we got back home and ducked and wanked each other silly. But no doubt to the booze I was struggling to cum. My wife told me to touch myself while she pulled and pinched my nipples nipples and talked dirty to me, this usally does the trick. My mind racing with thought of her peeing while I wanked. She asked me what I was thinking about and I rather.