If you are laughing, send me your smile. If you are eating, send me a bite. If you are drinking, send me a sip. If you are crying, send me your tears.... I love you!”The husband, being a typical non-romantic male, replied: “Am on the toilet ... Please advise.”At an Irish wedding the minister offered this toast:“Marriage is the union of two people who bring meaning to one another and make their life bearable. Will all the men please go stand beside that one person who has made their life. Although my wife and I had enjoyed threesomes with our housemate and had swapped partners with other couples, this party could be an opportunity for two of our sexual fantasies to become a reality. My wife's fantasy was one where she is used for sexual gratification by a group of very well hung men. In a similar vein, I had a long standing fantasy of attending a bachelor party where no one knows that the woman providing the naughty entertainment for the night is actually my wife. So we all were. A divorcee in her early forties who enjoyed the finer exquisites of BDSM: not just the light bondage and spankings that the mainstream enjoys but also the sterner stuff. She liked to be strapped down and caned; caned to the point of having her bottom marked; caned to the point of the pain becoming almost unbearable.When she was married she had known someone who shared her desires but alas he had to hold back in administering the sterner discipline that she required for fear of leaving marks. I can feel the butterflies in my stomach and my lady parts are twitching. Jack pulls from my lips and moves his hands to my tits. His fingers outling my very erect nips. I look into his eyes and I can tell that he is ready to make a move.We walk to his 4x4 jacked up truck. He helps up into the seat and sees my pussy from under my skirt. Hmmm he says as he walks arund the truck to get in. When he gets in the truck he sees that I'm sitting in the middle and my jacket/blouse is unzipped so my.