Jay was such a romantic man. I knew this from the way he talked to me. He was open with me about being married. As I was with him about having a husba...d. He told me he loved his wife, but things were not as he wished they could be sexually. I admitted to him that I had lost nearly all my love for my husband due to the emotional upheaval he kept me in. We disagreed on everything. I told Jay of my hopes for a divorce in the future. Jay and I talked about trying to meet in person. I occasionally. Did you see your boy toys I asked. She said yes he asked if I was coming to their room tonight. You said yes I hope. She said I did. We ate and had a few adult beverages to ease her nerves. I asked what she was going to wear to get fucked. She said my white denim skirt and a pink tank top. Is that all I asked . She said flip flops. No panties I asked . She said no, those kind of guys would want to keep them. She showered and shaved her pussy slick as a whistle then put on her skirt and tank. For someone that is supposedly so intelligent, I'm an idiot. I sigh softly. Roll my eyes at myself and take a deep breath. I press my eyes shut tight trying to focus and force myself to move away from the damn door. "David, you know you need to get control of this now." My train of thought is suddenly interrupted as I feel a sudden rush of cool air blow over my bare chest as the door swings open quickly. I pop my eyes open to find her standing directly in front of me. I take in her face. Her. "Whats this?' You've been looking at these while you fuck yourself with you little toy." :It can't be me your looking at because you are wanting dick." It must be your dad." "Is that it slut?" "you looking at pictures of you dad while you fuck yourself?" "Come over here" I slid over to where she was and she grabbed me by the wrist. She put one of the hand cuffs on my wrist and told me to give her the other. I told her I didn't want to and she walked out of the room. I set there on the bed.