We both agreed that would be fine. We watched some cable tv. My wife was in her pajamas and I could tell that my friend was getting a hardon. I asked ...er to get us something to drink. She eagerly got up and went into the kitchen. I k**ded my friend about getting a woody! He asked about seeing her naked. I told him that I didn't think she would go for that. It was then we heard something fall in the kitchen, my wife had dropped a tray of drinks and was wet with them! You could clearly see her. I'm sure you and your friends will know what to do. Ihope you have a great party."When they were alone, she unlocked the cabinet and allowed him to get outand to sit down on a stool. He could see some kind of a device nowfastened to the floor in the middle of the room. It consisted of a waisthigh horizontal padded narrow bench held in place by sawhorse like legswhich were screwed to the floor. He could tell it was very strong justby looking at it although he could not figure out what its. He simply didn't understand it. Hell, after he had made love to her the fourth time, he had been able to sleep like a baby. Yet, apparently, she hadn't slept at all. And she hadn't cum, either, even thought he had prolonged his lovemaking in an effort to get her there. When he thought about, she was the first woman -- out of the dozens he had had -- that he hadn't been able to build up to a rip-roaring climax. But, of course, she was his first virgin... and maybe virgins react differently, he. She is truly a cock-hungry pain-loving whore. Wielding the horse brush like a first-time batter, he swings recklessly, striking the white skin inside her left thigh just a fraction of an inch from her cunt lips. The sound of the plated-silver striking exposed flesh is tantamount to a cast-icon frying pan across the butt cheeks. A thick loud echo is quickly followed by a low muffle as the emblem on the back of the brush presses into her flesh. Several more strikes, same spot, very close but.