We continued to our final destination. As I pulled to the curb, I hit the door lock. I didn’t want him jumping and running. I turned and looked i...to his brown eyes.“I am going to need your wallet and your jacket. As insurance that you’ll come back with the fare.”“No problem. I understand.” He shrugged off his jacket and fished his wallet out of his jeans. He handed them across the seat to me. I unlocked the door, and he got out.He was gone for several minutes. Then, I saw him coming. I like what I have.”Sammie didn’t say a word, but I could tell she was listening, even as she stared intently at the pool. Suddenly, Sammie sauntered over to the pool and began to strip. I looked at Dave and Reba and quickly apologized.“She’s drunk,” I said apologetically. “When she gets drunk, she strips.”“When I get drunk,” Reba declared, “I like to fuck.”Dave looked at his wife in disbelief.“Since when?” he pressed.“Since always,” Reba shot back. “Hell, I might be in a fucking mood right. I wanted to be fucked individually myself, but I knew it was wrong. I was not going to initiate anything. I was a good wife. I had always believed that and lived that way. However, something happened. I came home one afternoon and looked out my window as I had been doing for weeks now, hoping to see something randy and hot. I saw Susie and Becky both sun-bathing. I did not see Paul. I began to change from my work clothes to put on my comfortable sweats. As I took my blouse over my head I heard. La serata cominciò in modo molto tranquillo come fossimo dei vecchi amici che si ritrovano dopo tanto tempo, a un certo punto decisi però di sviare la conversazione chiedendo come fosse il loro rapporto sessualmente parlando. Gioia sapeva che volendo diventare una mia schiava non poteva rispondere in modo comprensivo e disse che ormai il fidanzato non la faceva più godere, che sessualmente era sempre di più un disastro, che si era presa qualche scappatella e che era ora di finire con questa.