“You come like a flood and you’re still hard. Well,we’ll just have to stuff tiger back into your speedos.” She pulled my spee...dos up and awkwardly coveredmy hard cock with them. “Can I have my clogs back?” Everything had happened so quickly and I wasreluctant to let the experience slip away. “Can I wear them a little, I mean. Can I trywalking around in them.” I felt like a little kid asking that, but shenodded understandingly. She took me by the. She had received a strong catholic upbringing.Sex had never been her strong point for her or acentral part of our marriage and as time went by sheseemed to lose interest in it. At first I did nothing, then I started to buy hernaughty underwear and hire porno films to watchtogether to spice up our relationship. This seemed towork better than I expected. Seeing other women gettingshafted by studs and men swapping wives aroused her andwe would end up screwing like rabbits. When I broachedthe. I choose a nice hotel, confident that I was not going to be picking up the bill for it. When we got in the room, I ordered Butch, my new little toy, to strip off his clothes. He was shaven from head to toe, as I had guessed. With a little wiggle, I removed my bra without disturbing my shirt. I dangled the bit of black satin from my fingertips.“Hold out your arms in front of you,” I instructed.Butch did so, and I pulled my bra up along his arms, fastening it on him in back before he knew what I. I gazed at her nude body for a minute before speaking. Then, I leaned down and grasped her left breast in my right hand, squeezing it as I whispered in her ear. ‘You were being naughty.’ I admonished her in mock displeasure. ‘I’m sorry!’ Angie whispered in terror. ‘Please don’t tell the Missus! She’ll kick me out!’ ‘It’s okay,’ I whispered soothingly. ‘I’m not going to tell anyone. The truth is, I like to come out here and do the same thing, myself.’ ‘Really?’ Angie inquired, the fear draining.