When I arrived home I was already regretting my stupid decision, but didn’t return. Had a quick dinner, took a shower and went in bed, were I wanked... thinking off the beautiful stranger.Next afternoon, when everybody started leaving the office, I told my boss I would stay a little bit longer, to complete my work.I really worked on the presentation but my thoughts were somewhere else. Around 10 I left. When I came out I saw her standing at the same place, so I pulled slowly next to her and let. Shortly after, I started building up a stash of girlie clothes, lingerie, stockings, shoes, make-up and would parade at home stuffing and training my sissy hole with some toys.Time goes by exchanging messages with trolls and cretins until I get one message. A closeted bi dude looking for a little discrete and occasional kinky fun. His name was Bernard, a widowed black man in his mid-50's living with his teenage daughter. He is a choreographer at the local art academy in his town. He is tall,. I'm gonna take mineoff, too." I tell her, standing up and removing them. "Now reach overinbetween the cushions and grab whats in there."While she was doing this, I reach into the remote box and pull out thebutt plug and the lube.She pulls out the vibe and her eyes get wide."Is this for me?" she asks."No dear, this is for you..." I say, holding up the butt plug."What are you gonna do with that?" she asks, looking scared."I'm not- you are." I tell her. "You're gonna shove this up your butt!" But-. He was also an experienced DOM and would want my wife to experience total submission, bondage, humiliation and a bit of pain. I told him that we would need to walk first, then try to run. He agreed and a ‘Safe word’ was established between he and I, meaning that I would be present the entire time and that I might use the safe word, requiring that all activity stop. Dave agreed. The only other problem was that I had just met him, and my wife insisted that she feel safe with him because I felt.