There would be long, loving sexual liaisons and down & dirty fuck fests. He would imagine us with or without him in all of these settings. It would te...rrify him either way. A wise woman, Audrey knew that her husband would spend every waking moment of that week obsessing over the many risks and rewards that a cruise vacation presented. Audrey knew that in the end, Jeff would ask her to accompany us, which is all she really wanted – control. Yes, she had enjoyed somewhat acting the sex slave to. Crystal adjusted her position, moved closer and...my hand felt her mound, then letting my fingers extend, found her puffy outer lips and the slit between them. There was no doubt now, so I began letting my fingers slide up and down her slit. She stopped her work and put a hand on my shoulder. She said nothing but pressed herself forward onto my hand. She gasped as I pressed her panties into her slit, letting my fingers prod and search. Moving up I found her clit and began circling it with my. "Oh, I don't think there's any danger of that, baby." I started rubbing my first three fingers in her slit and instantly was rewarded with a return motion that reinforced my hard on and threatened to make me cum in my swim suit, I felt her little knot growing under the pressure of my fingers and started sucking on her nipples one after the other as I began moaning out my need for her. I never knew such erotic feelings existed as my wet dreams were so short lived that I never got to really. Around my neck is a matching red lacy collar and on my feet, where they will stay until morning area pair of 5 or so inch spiked heel shoes. Walking in these things are killing me. I wish I was out of these shoes but my wife said put them on. So I wait for her permission to take them off.I’m looking down at my crotch and I see my manhood. Or what there is to see through the hard plastic cage that wraps my cock and confines my balls. I wish I was that man in bed with my wife. The one she would.