She never cared for being a man, and her small cock seemed to reflect that feeling. Still, she enjoyed masturbating nightly, and playing with herself ...or hours on weekends, keeping herself aroused and erect, loving the feeling of being on edge. At those times she would fantasize about being locked in chastity and unable to cum, and the thought of not being allowed release was terribly exciting. “If only…” she often thought. forced chastity was a huge turn-on to her, as was the thought of being. If he'd been there I would have had him tied up on a chair so he could watch but not touch himself, and I know this would have made his cock throb and pulse and dance while he watched, and that would make me hotter and hornier knowing I was driving him totally crazy with my slutty antics. The heat from my pussy and the overwhelming wetness would have been thrust in my husband's face in between fucks, and when I'd made some of the guys cum all over my face or in my mouth and over my tits I would. Their mirth was like water against a rock, slowly wearing down the sharp edges of Bob's righteousness. Hazel collapsed onto the couch, and when she looked up to see Bob's hurt and confusion, she couldn't help herself. Her laughter redoubled."I'm sorry, Bob, I'm... ," she had to stop as another wave overtook her, "really I am. But I don't think you've thought... this... through!"Hazel's observation provoked another gale of laughter."But don't you see..." Bob tried."Look, just because I don't. “No. I figure if we decided to do it on the dining room table, no need to waste time. I'll just hop up on the table, spread my legs and can go at it,” she remarked, as she handed me my slip.It was then that I realized that she was looking forward to this encounter, and my mind pictured her on the table, her muscular thighs spread wide as this guy, who I'd never met, would be pounding away into her pussy. A pussy that since we'd gotten married had only had my dick in and out of it. I thought for.