Fuck! All I could see were stars. When my vision had cleared a little, I saw her typing on the screen, then, with a grin that resembles the look a cat...gives a mouse, she popped it back in her jacket. "Now, there's two rules. One, you don't talk. Two, you don't touch. Understand?" she looked at me expectantly. "Sorry?" is all I managed as her finger wiped my lips. "Tch tch. Not a quick learner then," she said and slapped me. “What the fuck?” I squeaked, just as my other cheek received the same. Disappointed that his climax often occurred before I could finish my hot stories of being with other guys, I’d frequently touch myself to orgasm alone in the bathroom or later once he fell asleep. The cycle grew so repetitive and frustrating.A week or so before the cruise Chris and I went out to dinner with some friends. On our drive back, with tons of drinks in us both, the subject of “meeting someone else on the cruise” came up. It was really weird, but you could tell that we were both. . . As a matter of fact. Stay in your nightie until I get there and maybe we can talk and plan something to do together." OK. I'll see you in the morning. Bye."I felt relieved now that I had spoken to Kathy. She seemed to be very agreeable too not getting my husband involved in any of this. How could she even consider that I tell my husband any of this in the first place?Well. She mentioned that she was just joking around so I leave it at that! John was on his way home and I had to get ready.. "Mmmppphhh !" she expresses. Now that she is nice and quiet, I take off her bra and start to grab her breasts and feel them, I'm shivering, she is moaning in her gag.That's when my phone rings, I say to her "can I go and get that ?", she nicks "yes", I go to the kitchen and answer my phone. What I didn't know is that I left the scissors on the bed, so while I was talking on the phone, she had cut herself loose. I came back to the bedroom and she was gone. When I started to search for her, I.