”Lisa rifled through the bottles until she identified the Imitrex. She took one out, put some water in a small glass, and handed both to me. As I he...d my breath to stifle my gag reflex, I swallowed them and stumbled toward my bedroom.I eased my body down, fully clothed, to the bed. Somewhat to my surprise, Lisa undid the fastener on my leg and pulled it off, then removed my other shoe. She covered me with a blanket, even tucked me in, and then slipped out of the room. I fell asleep shortly. I hided one in the kitchen, another in the living room where she usually sat when she talked in phone. I didn't bug the phone line because she knew that I used to tape my work calls when I was discussing measures and such things. Helen knew that and therefore I expected her to use her cell phone.I even checked the ring binder where she kept her salary statements and found out that she had almost no paid overtime at all. That explained why she didn't need invent any "girls night outs" when she. Could you explain what some of this stuff is?" You mean while you film me?" The concern in her voice wouldn't have fooled a five year old."That's right," he said firmly. "And be sure you explain exactly what turns you on about each one." Oh no ... well, if you insist." She moved along the row of costumes, taking each one down and pointing out its particular features and the scenarios it was used for. Animal costumes were a big theme, with dogs and barnyard animals well represented, including. The second one a few minutes later felt even better and was required to fully relieve the sexual tension that had built up for nearly a week!So that's the story behind how I came to be standing in my living room with my sexy wife holding my balls and a limp dick betraying my failure to keep my promise. I could only imagine what I was in for now."What did you do?" Lisa repeated "This isn't a cock that hasn't cum for almost a week, is it?" "IS IT?" she insisted. I felt like a little boy that had.