She really wanted to wank me off. After a short hushed debate we decided to swap seats to make it less obvious. With me now by the window my wife turn...d towards me and unzipped my flies. I pulled my briefs down enough to get my swollen and hard cock out. My wife started to wank it. It was not good! I quickly whispered to her, “Stop, there too much friction”. She halted and waited as I lubricated my cock with as much spit as I could produce. My wife restarted the hand-job. It instantly felt much. Say I liked it, that I flirted back a little bit. Would you like that?’ God, she was relentless once she started. ‘No, I mean that would make me feel a bit awkward. I might not feel secure in our relationship if you were flirting with men all over the place.’ ‘Ahh, poor darling,’ she stroked my cheek playfully. ‘Alright then, say I’m just flirting, just playing around, and you don’t feel insecure, you’re in on it too. Would you like it then?’ ‘Jesus, this is all getting a bit hypothetical isn’t. * Lingerie – black Basque/black fishnet stockings/black French knickers*4 inch Black Leather ankle boots (I had to practice walking in them, difficult at first)*Leather ankle and wrist cuffs/restraints*Clover-Leaf nipple clamps*Black leather hood with blindfold*the Dildo I had bought to fuck myself on video.Arriving at the appointed time I parked around the corner from her home as instructed, carry my bag I walked up the short drive and used my mobile called Mistress Alyson, rather than. Then she abruptly stood up, with much greater resolution this time, and marched briskly across the road directly toward the house. She had made her decision.I rushed downstairs and opened the door the instant she knocked. When she saw me she looked overwhelmed; I stood elaborately to one side and gestured her to come in. She complied, stumbling on the step. Her head lowered and held to one side, she would not look directly at me, and she seemed to be hyperventilating. Still no word had passed.