"Between his words, describing what he wanted to do with Rosemary, and my thoughts of putting myself in the place that he described, I know I was wet....I put my hand down between my legs and started to rub within that moisture."Mmmmm, me too," I whispered, which seemed to take my husband by surprise.He rolled toward me and moved his own hand down over mine and assisted. Tonight he apparently wanted to get into my fantasy, Rosemary had him that far gone."You'd do it too, Moll ... your tongue up. Matt put her down and she lead him by the hand off the dance floor and over towards me at the bar.As she arrived at where I was standing my wife leaned in and kissed me hard, swirling her tongue around my mouth. She then turned to her new friend and said "Matt, this is my husband, I held out my hand which he shook knowing that he was going to fuck my wife, up close to him I realised how big he actually was. He must have stood at least 6ft 5 and built of pure muscle. His hands were like shovels. She realized he truly owned her. She was his bitch to be taken and used whenever he pleased. She got what she wanted. To serve her master.He shuffled further out into the back yard dragging her behind him by her mouth as she frantically tried to keep up. Once they were on the grass he stopped. If anybody had looked over the fence it would have been quite the sight to see. Boxer-Great Dane mix with a small Asian woman lodged on his cock. Tomiko was knotted with him in the backyard for twenty. If I 'force' her to remake herself, I'm afraid of what our long-term relationship might be like, even if the sex revives." I think you are wrong about that, Ed. If Julie is as submissive as I think she is, your forcing a makeover would deepen her love for you." Then, I guess the problem is me. I have always viewed marriage as a union of equals." But you and Julie never have been equal," Karin protested. "I suspect that you have carefully avoided being overtly controlling. The problem is that.