Every time we have sex in the bedroom its with the curtains open and we have no nets curtains either so I'm a bit concerned who could be watching, its... not the fucking, its the clean up and humiliation I don't want being seen. On Sunday she said "I'm booking us a quirt hotel for a weekend away" but she didn't want me spoiling it by wanking all week so I had to wear a cage, what she held in her hand was a chastity cage, I had herd of them but never actually seen one. I was reluctant but said I. Ok my name is Jeff and I told her to call me Jack and I called her names like bitch and cunt as she just went from orgasm to orgasm and at one point she screamed for Jack to fuck her hard cause her husband never fucks her hard enough as she got totally into the role playing. When I came, I came so fucking hard it hurt and my Mary was coming right along with me. That's how it started, and we added things like blindfolds and Mary just wasn't the same woman in bed. It got to where she was calling. “The perfect woman Frank”, he said. “I will really have to go back down memory lane, at least fifty odd years and just let my mind wander to a time when I was thirty or so.” Again he was silent in that break Frank got up and returned with another coffee. “That is to reinforce your memory”, Frank said. Rick smiled and after drinking the coffee began. “It was around the late sixties”, he began. “I had drawn up plan to build but as you know they built houses in those days to last. They were not. And after that, I didn't even discover she was two timing me with you for some weeks. You didn't have the decency to tell me, and she certainly didn't. I guessed she had a thing about you. I could have got very uptight about that, but I didn't. You were my best mate, and there was nothing special between myself and Carol. So, as long as she was happy to go with me once in a while, I was happy. We were students, free and easy sex was what we were meant to do. And I always made sure you knew.