" She tried to be business like."I wouldn't look good in one of your dresses," he said."I don't own any dresses, she said."Okay. Let me get into a pai... of your pants," he said."Okay," she answered. Then she thought of the double entendre and stammered, "I think I have something you can wear."She jumped up and hurried to the big walk in closet and rummaged around and came up with a pair of shorts. "Ah." she exclaimed, "These ought to work." I'll have to help you put these on. Please don't get. She fucked me like that for a few minutes. I felt myself getting ready to cum. As I approached my orgasm, she reached down and fingered herself. The sight got me off. The action got her off.After that, she got a washcloth and cleaned me off. I fell asleep holding her close. The next day, I was with my demure wife again. There was no hint of anything going on — except for my constant arousal. Then the data DVD came.I loaded it up and looked at the contents. There was no 'read-me' file, but there. Eventually her right hand slid down across her bare tummy, over her thigh and up and under her skirt, whilst she continued to explore her breast with her left hand.Of course I didn't need to be able to see exactly what her right hand was doing - it was now obvious to me that I'd quite unexpectedly happened upon another woman enjoying her own body in private [the way we girls do!] and, what's more, with the help of the mirror she was apparently enjoying the sight of herself doing so!Needless to. “Me too, my Lord,” Esme said, in between noisily sucking out the last of Ragan’s seed, as it dripped off her chin onto the bedsheets.“Well, Wallace, if you’ll excuse me, I must bathe,” Ragan said, taking the plate at his side and handing it to the tavern owner.Wallace took it, bowed his head to the Lord briefly, and then backed out of the bedroom, closing the door.As soon as the door shut, Esme looked to Ragan and burst into laughter.“Oh, that was so much fun, my Lord. Thank you,” Esme.