"If you want me to fuck your wife, you text the other guy right now and tell him not to come". He thought about it for a second, and then, like a good... cuck, he texted the other guy. "I feel more comfortable with just you", the cuck said. Me and the husband talked for another 20 minutes until he realized, he had not heard from his wife. "She should be ready by now", he said. "We've never done anything like this before, so we both are a bit nervous". He texted her, but she didn't reply. He then. At first, she wasn’t responding but within some time, she started responding and hugged me back. We stood there kissing each other for nearly fifteen minutes. I broke the kiss and asked her if I could continue.She remained silent which I took as a yes and carried her to my Parents’ bedroom. She was looking at my face when I carried her in my arms. I dropped her on the bed and want her. She stopped me and told that I could continue If I promised that I would never leave her alone and will be. The photographs, though . . . he is pleasantly surprised to receive them, knowing full well how much she despises being the subject of any picture. Photograph #1A close-up view of her bound breasts, rubber bands of various sizes and colours criss-crossing. Her already-generous breasts appear even larger, swollen by the constriction of the bands. The notation on the back of the photograph reads: Instead of a spank for each year, a snap instead?Photograph #2A second close-up view of her. .” I paused then added, “Bad girls don't cum. Now lock your fingers together."She could see from my expression that I did mean it, and after a moment of hesitation, I felt her fingers slowing locking behind her back.Satisfied, I released my clasp on her wrists, stood, and looked down in her lovely expectant face."I would never limit you as you did with me, so you may speak, but only if you are responding to my question, and although you may freely moan, you are not allowed to do more unless I.