I would much rather have been in my own home with my wife all to myself rather than having to share her with thirty or forty other people, especially ...ince she had been gone almost a week. Arrington, Ari for short, was the Executive Assistant to Charles Wellington Byrns, President, CEO, and Chairman of the Board and major stockholder in one of the Midwest's largest corporations. Ari's job meant that she went where Charlie went and that was all over the place and often. I wasn't very happy about. He tilted his head slightly and then spoke. "Say you want it." He said it softly, but directly. "Say you want it, or leave. There can be no grey area here." And there it was. The moment. I could leave, a virgin in the homosexual sense. Or I could utter the words and give myself over to a man whom I knew had a large cock and would use it on my in an aggressive way. I could hate every minute of it. I could love every second of it. My cock pulsed under the water, almost as if to pull me into the. I quickly make the cot with nimble well practiced fingers. Then I fasten my pants just before I step out the side door. When I come out I hear a voice say "Well what's a pretty little thing like you doing way out here all alone. I see you in the rear lights of the tow truck fists on your hips head cocked to one side, and I can feel the "why the fuck are you talking to me look on your face. "She's not" I say as I walk around the front of the truck. The tow truck driver's eyes widen and he takes. Benches along 2 walls covered in toys, lube, whips, paddles, plugs, clamps as well as various restraints. Several pieces of furniture (most made by my husband) a stripper pole and various eye bolts set along the walls and ceiling. I grab some lube and a cone shaped dildo so I can get my ass stretched out a bit before he gets here. Afterward I put on my "outfit" and go crouch by the door knowing he's gonna be home any minute now. I wait kneeling with my hands, palms up resting on my legs. My.