”We cut to a shot of Dennis leaning on the counter, slightly to the side so as not to block our view, as he chats with our guest. Behind the counter..., Sandra looks relaxed and easy with her confession/explanation.Dennis starts us off with his regular opening line, “So, tell me a story...”She’s happy to tell us, almost celebrating her story. “It’s my ex’s fault. He started it!” Her accent is still harsh and cutting. “My ex husband, I think he always considered my a bit of a trophy wife...”We can. Some video!I checked quickly, relieved that she had not logged into our home network. I knew the principals of this piece of performance art. They were my darling wife and myself.I thought I had struck a clever balance of honesty and dissembling, when I had labeled the dvd as “dad’s birthday”. Well, it appeared that I was not the only one to crack that particular code. It was paused, but I remembered that weekend well. Very well.The scene at hand, featured my Darling Wife, entirely naked, tied. Sue: Hes right, I do want it I really do, I want him to watch you fuck me.Me: someone is finally speaking up. I tied her arms and legs to the corners of the bed, and I whispered to him “as promised”He got on top of her and he was still acting like we didn’t plan this.Him: are you sure this is ok? Do I have any limits?I didn’t want to tell her that it was all planed yet so I had to improvise.He was on top of her waiting for my reply before he starts, I reached between her legs and held his. Damn and blast. He'd forgotten to put it back on after his shower. Never mind, no doubt the maid would find it on the bedside table when she came in to clean the room. He would drive back tomorrow to pick it up.. Still exhausted after his afternoon exertions, Danny went to bed at 11.30 - much earlier than his normal time. He went out like a light and dropped into a deep sleep. Suddenly, he was woken by Jess's agitated barking from downstairs. She was normally a most gentle and placid dog and.