Finally I got there, knocked on her door, door opened but was very dark inside, she shut the door behind me and all I could see was a shadow of her, s...e didn't say a word just walked off and I followed her, we went straight in the bedroom, There was more light there, my mistress was fully dressed wearing a skirt stockings a wig etc, not very convincing but nice figure. She sat on the bed and threw some clothes at me saying 'put these on' ... she wasn't playing around, she was definitely in. I smiled and took her hand and squeezed it. She smiled and squeezed back. She didn’t drop my hand until we had to start taking notes. The rest of the day went by quickly. As we left school for the day, Kara came to find me.“I wish I could go with you to Prom tonight,” she said. “I’m kind of jealous of Bethany, but I do want you to have a good time!”She kissed me on the cheek and went to catch her bus. I went to my car and drove home, dropping Mary and Debbie V at their houses.Bethany and I had. Mental images from long ago are now floating lazily and randomly toward the surface. Some reach the top with total clarity while some hover just deep enough that I can't quite tease out the details. This "permission story" is like that. Some things are clear and some are hazy, so the tale I tell will be partly fact and partly fiction. I can't remember it well enough to claim otherwise, but I hope you'll enjoy it just the same. It's the story of giving my wife permission to pursue her lusts. I am still a very risk-taking person but lets recall those lovely years for now.I am writing this so that I can share with you my experience of seducing a married woman. I have been since long fascinated with the idea of having sex with married women. But unfortunately I had never got this opportunity until sometime ago. It is just not the sex with a married woman which interests me but the whole process of seduction, taking another man’s wife to bed; touching, kissing biting, licking and.