I'm on the couch and she's on the floor in front of me, legs curled under herself. I make no attempt to hide my appreciation of her form as she works....She finishes, and stretches her arms back and up. I can see her nipples have gone hard in the blouse. She rests both hands on the floor behind her, and raises one leg, forming a triangle up her skirt. What looks like a white lace thong is on show. Her skin above the holdup stockings is white and inviting. "What if your wife were to walk in right. When finished she lay totally exhausted and listened as it was explained to her that unless she wanted the pictures and videos to be released to the web they owned her and would do as they said from now on. First they told her she would never wear panties or bras. Second she would always wear short skirts and sheer sleeveless collarless blouses. Third she would make herself available to be fucked by them on Fridays. Sobbing she nodded her surrender and was thoroughly fucked for the rest of the. Later that year I graduated, and skipped town. Throughout college I would come home on holidays, and occasionally bump into her at a high school party or something of that nature. Each time I saw her she was more beautiful than the last, and each time she saw me, she would make a point to come give me a hug and update each other on our current agendas. After I graduated college, she was just finishing high school and I was living at home until I could find my own place. I ran into her after not. I was, anyway, as I moaned while looking down at the glitter of her wedding ring as she began to stroke my cock hard.No longer teenagers by any stretch of the imagination, we knew we had to stop - but only the car as I pulled over the first place I could. Your wife then exchanged her hands for her mouth, not being able to wait until we got somewhere private for me to show her proof of my appreciation. We were in a good spot. The turn-out was too short to invite company and the traffic.