Before leaving the room for going to dinner, Ana asked me if I thought she should wear a tiny thong under that sexy dress.She looked very hoy dressed ...ike this and I told her she did not need to put on any underwear… She looked really very fuckable…After we had dinner, we sat down on a sofa at the back of the bar.We ordered drinks and were chatting away when some young guy came up and asked if he could sit on the sofa next to my sexy wife.He ordered a drink and asked if we wanted another. I. I was determined to make this fuck session last as long as possible. I wanted to make my cum spurt forcefully so I held it back letting the pressure build even further. The pressure was excruciatingly pleasurable but now the time had cum to feed my little cock whore. My heart was pounding, my eyes were blurry. I kept watching his head bob up and down in my lap. Worst of all, I could hear him slurping on every thrust. His mouth suctioning as my penis withdrew and a mouth fart as I pistoned. The submission, the collar, was just so scary. Not that she did not enjoy it, far from it. It was that she enjoyed it almost too much. She wanted to stay that free. That uninhibited. She wanted to push her own boundaries, do the things she had only written about, but it was scary. Very scary.She had taken to wearing only a sleep shirt or nothing at all when wandering the apartment, the idea of covering up making little sense, other than comfort, after the few times during which she had been. "Smoke. Mine too." I'll change the pillow covers," she saidShe did ... they finally slept.The next day, she went to the general store and bought several sets of sheets, blankets and new pillows.Jack called the Jeep dealer."Jeep." said the receptionist, "How may I direct your call?" The owner, please." Who may I say is calling?" John Flintkote," said Jack."One moment please." Arthur Carlbury. What can I do for you, Mr. Flintkote?" Mr. Carlbury..." Art, please." Only if you call me Jack.".