A couple of weeks later I emailed her again. This time a reply: the 19th, get the day off work, be ready for anything from 8am.Waiting the next 10 day...s was torture. utter torture. I txt MD asking her if I should prepare, asking what I should be prepared for. I got nothing from her until the night before. A simple txt that said, wear normal clothes and a pair of your wife's panties. The 19th came and I left for work as always, kissing my wife goodbye as I did. I drove about ten mins from home. But she was little strict.. I was in white shirt and blue jeans and she was in uniform ..at last she agreed to get bribed for 300rs while i was taking out my wallet bymistake a packet of condoms fell near her she took tat in her hands and kept with her..i asked her to return it but she insisted and refused..i couldn’t understand what was going in her mind.. at tat instant her junior came she told something to her and then came told me that she would forgive me if i drop her to home..i agreedShe. Strangely though, with the mix of emotions I’d been feeling, I was quite turned on by my dirty mind wrongly thinking what my wife was up to. With my dirty mind getting the better of me, I shut myself away from the kids in the bathroom and wanked myself furiously at the thought my wife being fucked o the golf course by Gary, Tony even joined my fantasy at one point as I imagined her being bent over in the woods by both men, using her and leaving her full of cum. I came buckets myself at the. Normal, and Mick suddenly felt alittle dizzy, a wee bit nauseous. This is not possible, he repeatedto himself; an unvoiced mantra, a silent hope, an unuttered prayerwhich proffered no solace.Back inside, Mick slumped in his chair at the kitchen table - a high-backed office chair to accommodate his fused spine - and looked at themeal his wife had prepared. It was one of his favorites - a thick,hearty Irish stew made with Guinness stout and paired with herhomemade Irish soda bread - but his.