She talked about her k**s and stuff related to her life so i thought she was a model wife faithful to her role as mother maried to her husband. But at...one time during the patrol she left the car and when she climbed back in i took a peak at her underwear. Red thong making contrast with the haki suit had no place in the army. Why would she wear something like that when she was suposed to patrol the area for 3 hours with a soldier she didn't know at 3am?. Quikly my cock became hard and. The demon's hand. The aristocrat with the bright red eyes and the face of an angel. All I could see was red. I could feel my consciousness ebbing. The black was beginning to close in on the crimson. My last thought was to start screaming, but I never managed to.I could hear the sound of water dripping.Drip Drip Drip ... it was so cold...I tried to open my eyes. They were crusted shut with dry tears ... funny, I don't remember crying. I tried to open them again. This time I met with more. Either way we are very turned on by this and use it to fuel the sexual fire later on at home.We are strictly religious, no swinging. But we have no problem telling each other about our fantasies, who makes us horny and which of our friends or coworkers we would fuck if it weren’t taboo. Our religion is pretty clear about, no sex before marriage-if you are wise; and monogamy after you are married-if you want to get to heaven. Naturally we’ve stretched these rules quite a bit. Enough background.. Jim smiled backat me and placed a hand behind my neck, pulled me to him andkissed me deeply and passionately. Then he went down onme and returned the favor until I too was drained and limp.We sat there and talked into the wee hours of the morning.I explained how my marriage was stale, how my wife knew Idressed, but she hated me doing it, and how I was still newto the bisexual lifestyle with Terri, and my wife was unawareof that about me, but seeing as the marriage was practicallyover, it didnt.