She had already had a rough encounter with Earlene, earlier in the week. Her body was not sore, her nipples had recovered from the alligator clips, bu... she was weary of pain. Not now, she thought. I can't take any more right now.She looked deep into Karen's eyes. "Couldn't we just... make love? For once? No pain? No whipping, biting, pinching?"Karen softened. "I guess we could try. We did... once. In the beginning. We did it good too, as I remember." We did it beautifully," Laura said."And we. I picked up Candy the next evening and we went out for a nice dinner. She looked great. Of course she would look great in a pair of jeans and a tee shirt but tonight she had on a black mini skirt and red silk blouse. The way she was dressed could only be described as the fuck me look. Anyone who looked at her would have to say, "fuck me."We sat down and she asked for a glass of wine. I got a beer. God, she looked like an angel. So perfect I almost wanted to cry looking at her.As we were eating. "No way!" Janice slammed her palm down on the table, causing me to jump. "Strangers? Wandering around our house? Doing who knows what? What if they discovered all of your lady's lingerie?" I guess you have a point," I backed down, quickly."Honey," Janice said, soothingly, "I know you've had to do all this extra work around the house, but I promise, I'll pitch in as soon as my job starts to let up a bit." Janice reached over to stroke my neck."OK..." I said, mollified somewhat."But until I do,. Traffic wasnt heavy, but I dreaded asking my wife to fuck someone for me. Meg had never tried to hide her affairs. If anything, she rubbed my face in them. She spoke of this guy or that guy and his big dick. My marriage had not been all that happy from the start. The only sex I had with her now was oral and that was one way and not often. Our sex ended when our son went into the coma. I knew she blamed me, hell I blamed me. From that point on, I only got to jerk off, she would occasionally.