As her legs met the table she trembled, her head fell back, and from beneath my belt loop saliva traced the angular slope of her chin.I leaned forward...and kissed her gently on the cheek as she panted to keep up with her evasive breath. I said "good girl" and her eyes fell graciously closed with relief as her breathing steadied.She's been in there for an hour now, her wrists cuffed at the base of her spine, her ankles to the legs of the coffee table. An anal hook is anchored securely to her. “Sound good to me,” Sylvie enthused. “A two-up then a three-up, all in one night. Fantastic!”“Is that really my demure little wife talking?” Pete asked with a sardonic grin.“Demure, my ass,” his suddenly voluble wife retorted. “You are going to see a side of me tonight that you have never seen before!”“I already am,” Pete agreed.“Do you like it?” Sylvie asked.“It's turning me on like you wouldn't believe,” Pete replied.“Great!” his manga dominatrix replied with a cheesy grin.“That was a real. She closed her eyes. I kissed her lips and started pressing her boobs from outside. She was feeling the pleasure. She suddenly made of stop and took me to a nearby broken house where no one used to live. Ample amount of light was coming in from the broken windows. There i made her to sleep on a clean portion of the floor and them lifted up her gown. She was not wearing panty. Her pussy was so beautiful that i could not control my dick. I moved the gown up and saw the heavenly milk white boobs.. The best of both worlds, I had no desire to venture into that myself so I talked to women who loved other women and who didn't mind a married man delving into their intimacies.It was in 1995 that I met Susan. She was bi, single, Asian and 30. She worked out and had a killer body. We exchanged pictures and formed a deep bond over the next two years. One of the things we liked to do was role play. We'd take on the characters of our fantasies acting them out online. I don't remember how many times.