Thank goodness for that bench!There was a concealed room opposite where I sat and the garments were placed there. Before going in my Slave came over t... give me a passionate, though quick, kiss. "Thank you for coming, Master."I simply smiled as she retreated to the tiny dressing room. I do, very much, enjoy pleasing my Slave.A young lady brought a tray of drinks and snacks about. I grabbed two small goblets of cider for myself and my pixie-faced submissive.The saleslady returned and talked with. "I was just curious," Jen said.Just curious. "And what in the world suggested to you that there was the remotest possibility of such a thing?"This time Jen smiled openly. "There are couples into it," she said. That was certainly true, but didn't seem sufficient explanation. "Well," she said, apparently taking up my silent hint that she continue, "I've observed that there are two kinds of women who get into it."Despite myself, I couldn't resist. When she paused, I finally prompted, "Yes?"I. We openly talked about fucking on so many people. If we got the chance, I am sure we both would take it and enjoy ourselves with them.” She said as a matter of fact.“That’s true. But we never did. Why do you want me to break that now?” He asked her.“Because I know you want to. What’s wrong when I, as your wife am okay with it? Are you wondering what Sunita would think?” She asked him.“Well, yes; that and whether Gautam would be okay with it. And I don’t know, fantasizing about it is one thing. She works in a very reputable MNC in Chennai and is quite demanding too. Her husband is a total wreck and doesn’t give a fuck to her needs.We were accidentally connected through Facebook and that was where it all started. A random connection where I initiated the conversation with formal talks of business and stuff and it eventually grew to personal, priorities, and play. We exchanged numbers and it all started to get heated up when the photos we exchanged back and forth. All the photos were.