"Rob's eyes bugged, not getting the reference. She didn't explain."Do you have any serious objections to this, Rob?" she asked him gravely.Giving her ...question the thought it deserved, Rob finally answered. "I feel like I should have objections, I just can't think of any," he said with a confused frown. "Shouldn't I?" That's ultimately up to you. Do you feel like it's wrong? How can it be wrong if everyone involved agrees to it?" She leaned back with that, holding her hands out as if to say. She'd love to get Tom, her writer-lover, online and cyber-fuck with him, letting him talk dirty to her and really get her going while she unfastened her bra and slid her hand down inside her panties and played with her horny pussy while he was stroking himself on the other end. But, she was so intensely horny that all she could manage at the moment was sliding her pants down to her ankles, pulling her top up above her bra and unfastening the front closure. Then, with her eyes closed, and her. Even before I could realise what was going on, he had handcuffed my ankles togheter and tied a rope to the handcuffs and bring the other end of this rope and tied it to a table behind me. He took of the sock i had in front of my eyes so I can see what he was doing now. I did not catched why he tied the handcuff to this table but i soon realised what he did. He used 3 more ropes like this that he had allready premusured and cut before I got to his house, he tied one to the couch on my left, one. When I woke up the next morning it was with the realization that my marriage to Kathy was going to undergo some major changes. It was obvious to me, regardless of what Kathy had said the other evening about "once being enough", that she fully intended to treat herself to more of Terry's dick. What's more, she intended to do it behind my back. I don't know how she expected to hide it from me since we have sex five or six times a week and there is no way I wouldn't know what she'd been doing once.