"I could have bit my tongue. "Nice going Caroline. Like being subtle much?" But then I saw the smile spread across her face and I realized that I may ...have hit a home run on a pitch three feet outside the strike zone."I thought you weren't interested," she said. "I had thought 'Great, the only other lesbian at this party and she just smiled and walked away'."My mouth must have hung open because she laughed. "Couldn't you tell I was looking for someone to rescue me? I love Diane to death but she. I made no other requests before paying the bill. Nothing. Silence. No sudden vibrations. And every moment wondering, when? You know it’s coming. We’ve played this game enough times to know what happens once you’ve lost your power of control. I can almost taste your tension. As we get in the car I glance over and with a smile, I tease you.“You’re out of No’s, my pet.”“I know, Sir. I should have expected that last one,” you respond. There’s a hint of frustration in your voice; your competitive. Oh, Beth. That feels so good..” He whispered, placing a hand gently on the back of her neck, not keeping her there, but reminding her exactly who was in charge. His other hand would travel down towards Beth’s unused rear hole. Her eyes would go wide as a single finger slid deep into her. It was only a moment before he withdrew his finger and started the car, making sure her head would not move from right there. Beth kept her head still as the car moved, keeping him hard by gently sucking. Every time my wife leaned forward to reach herdrink, she showed a formidable amount of cleavage, andallowing her dress to part, was also showing a fairamount of leg.During the evening, we struck up a conversation with acouple of young men who, it turned out, were reps whowere staying at the other end of the village for a fewnights. Their looking down my wife’s cleavage becamemore obvious as the evening went on, and she in turnseemed to have to lean forward more and more as timewent by. It.