I-I couldn’t believe they were so bold to do s-such an outlandish thing. B-But I-I learned t-that Sara had given her consent for them to do that to ...e.”To my dismay, her mother was completely satisfied that my wife was correct in doing what she did. Just as I was leaving, my father-in-law arrived. I ended up having essentially the same conversation with him, as well as the same feedback from him as I got from his wife. He simply told me “Son, you knew when you married Sara, she was too much. After a few minutes she stepped back and pushed me to the ground with her foot. “That’s enough! Now strip out of those boxers and lay on the bed, with your arms at your side.” Her orders were very crisp and I found myself responded to them immediately. I stood up and quickly shed my boxers and lay on the bed as she had told me to do. She then ever so slowly stripped off the teddy and panties and then crawled up my body until she was straddling my chest. She ever so slowly ground her soaking wet. " I played another practice shot to make sure that twisting my head didn't throw my aim off. I made no attempt to sink a ball, merely to hit one at the far end of the table exactly square on. I did it so casually that it looked like a random shot, but I was pleased to see that it hit exactly where I intended.The conflict between greed and caution tormented the guys for another couple of minutes, during which we had a couple of rule discussions about things like what would happen if one of their. He was scaring himself shitless. His truck was idling. The springtime sun was high and bright in the sky. He heard someone honk their horn.Anger boiled in his stomach. Fuck, he kept thinking. Why'd I fucking do that? I'm fucked, I'm totally fucked.Reluctantly the 'Nam vet pushed at the gas peddle. The truck began to move again, move closer to his house. The cops are going to be there, he told himself. They're going to be there, waiting.But they weren't.Everything seemed normal, in fact. No.