There were a couple dozen guys in the photos, taken with my wife in various parts of the gym on different days, but all the pictures revealed that eve...ry guy got to feel my wife up at least once. There was a photo of three guys touching her at once, three different sets of hands on her body. As the photos progressed my wife’s outfit started moving and sliding out of the way, providing a clear view of these strange men fondling her breasts and fingering her pussy. A few photos made it clear that. Yes, I was finally away from my mother’s prying ways but now I share a dorm room with a goody two shoes who thinks he’s in college to learn. I’m too poor to own a car or even to go on dates and even with that against me I managed to meet a girl who understood what I was going through. Our dates consisted of cafeteria meals, walks on campus and sitting in the park next to the school. I couldn’t find a place to be alone with my new girl and my sex life had been reduced to holding hands and kisses. She’s got a smile as wide as her ears. John and I begin to dress up in our BDSM gear. John says, ‘sub Joan. Get your ass out here and get dressed.’ She comes running out and says, ‘Yes, Master.’ She gets dressed in a blue corset that she brought. She starts to put the blue thong on and John says, ‘No. No thong tonight, sub.’ She looks at me and blushes. John says, ‘Mistress and I may want to play with that pussy or asshole now that they belong to us forever.’ She smiles. She puts her blue. Hell, she didn't worry about that with him! In fact, she had told him that groupies were an exception, as far as she was concerned. Admittedly, she used to be married and was once more conservative about sex, so this was as radical a consideration as she was willing to make so far.Maybe listening to all of that heavy metal, hard rock, and rap was having a liberating effect on her. Why should that be a problem for him? She hadn't yet fucked around on him, but if he could sleep with other women.