I could not work all this out with her sitting there, gazing at me. One thing I did know, though — I wanted to get inside her again, as soon as poss...ble. "I will take that as a yes then. So, how are we going to do this?" Oh, just say which position you want Boss, — we have been taught them all. Inferior supine, superior supine, anterior erect, submissive dorsal..." Hold your horses" I interrupted, laughing. "Have you ever actually done any of these?"She hesitated. "Not as such, Boss. But the. As it turned out, they were almost perfect for her, just an inch or two high. It was the week-end again and I asked my wife if she wanted to get kinky and play outside again. She was as ready as ever as her face lit up with excitement. As she prepared, I had already made a few things for my plan. I made four straps with buckles and secured them to the inside of the fence where the holes were. My plan was to blindfold her inside the house and have her wear headphones to block out the outside. That distinctive alert that told me I had another incoming media. I've come to hate that damned app. It was an all-too-often reminder of what I've created. I've got a beautiful wife and have always loved showing off her gorgeous figure. She certainly doesn't mind and said she thought of it as innocent fun. One of my favorites is when she puts on a short skirt with lacy undies and go out to a bar to play some pool. The leering, hungry looks I've witnessed when she leaned over the table was a. “All I want for my birthday is you, Vince. You…down my throat. After all these years day-dreaming about you, I deserve at least that much on my birthday!”Mike had to admit that this crazy lady, with her mouth around his cock, could suck the chrome off a door handle!“I’ve memorized every inch of your cock over the years, Vince. And it sure looks so different today!”Mike grabbed the back of the crazy lady’s head, and he thrust forward.“That’s because I’m not Vince. I’m Mike.”The crazy lady gazed.