My wife called to me that she had laid me some cloths out. I said thank you babe. I lathered my face to shave and as I started I felt something cold t...uch my back. I jumped and turned to see my wife wearing a towel and holding my stainless chastity cage. Here you had better put this on before getting dressed. I knew what was in store for me. I put the cage on and snapped the lock closed before going into our room. As I was getting dressed my wife walked in from her bathroom wearing a fifties. He seemed so much more mature than guys of my own age. It was such a relief that he was not all over me, trying to paw my breasts or touch me between my legs. When he left, I followed him to the door. Turning he asked me, "Can I see you again?" "Yes, please, I would like that," I purred and reaching up I took his face in my hands and kissed him. Until then I hadn't realized how much taller than me he was. I am a petite five foot and half an inch. He must have been nearly a foot taller. He did. When I'd done what I needed to, I turned around and stretched. I bent over the sink and splashed some cold water on my face. I didn't hear the door open and close again. When I stood up, there was Kristy. I gasped, startled, and then caught my breath.She was wearing the cream-colored camisole and g-string panties that I'd seen drying earlier in the front room. Her tits stretched the top invitingly, a pair of the most gorgeous tits I'd ever seen. Kristy's cunt was barely covered by the thin flap. Sue, to try to match your honesty, when you said what you said about how wet you are, my first thought was how much I wanted to see just what you meant. I hope I get to feel and maybe even taste that wetness. Charles, you’re a lucky man.” Mitch began to speak. “I don’t know about the rest of you, but I’m blown away by all of this. Looking over at Cee Cee and Sue gets my motor going and I can’t wait to see what will happen.” Though he was usually a man of few words, he didn’t need to say.