I knew there would be no problem finding men who would want to do my wife. After much internet searching we found a swing club about two hours from ou... house. We didn't want to risk seeing anyone we might know in our town, so two hours away was a safe bet and we could have dinner out and spend the night in the other town.The place we found was located in an older brick building in a downtown area that had a bar in the front, and as we would find out, three play rooms in the back of the. She’d removed about half the hair when she sat down and straddled the edge of the tub. She brought her left foot up against the rim of the toilet — and into contact with my still-hard cock. She teased the shaft with her toes.“God, how can you stay hard so long?” she asked. “Most guys I’ve know wouldn’t be able to stand it.”“Patience is a virtue,” I said. “It’s called delayed gratification. It makes everything more intense.”“I don’t know how it could get more intense than it’s already been,” she. It was a standard rubber ball gag, one I had experienced before no doubt, but he had made some additions. He has wrapped the ball completely, in a tightly wound layer, or perhaps a double layer of material, some sort of terry cloth. An absorptive material, and I knew without any doubt at all that he had had it soaking in the refrigerator in a dish of cum, awaiting this moment. He held it before my face for a moment, long enough for me to see that it was well wetted, not dripping wet but shiny. Matt said he would treat me like a good girl. I should have asked what a good girl was to him, but I would find out soon enough. Matt gently caressed my ass as I trembled at his touch. He took my hand and walked me out of the bath room. As we walked together I really did feel like a desirable girl. The feeling was over powering and intoxicating. I was so in to the moment that I no longer cared about what he wanted from me. Matt sat me down on the bench and fondled me, I was trembling and began.