John suddenly jumped up.“Come on, let’s go home and have some dinner. I’ll call for you later and we can go down to the park” So we got dresse...d and ran most of the way back home.After dinner I sat reading, but my thoughts were on the events in the coal yard office.I couldn’t believe what we had done. John’s cock in my mouth; how hard it had been; his “white pee”, which I had in my mouth and swallowed it, not once; but twice. Him wanking me as I sucked his cock. It felt like dream, only the hard. This time he didn't require her to show any skill, he just fucked her face, his hands in her hair holding her head still, and leaving her to do nothing but accept his thrusts and try not to choke. And listen. With each thrust he explained more of the rules."A few details, my darling wife. From now on, no pants, jeans, trousers, shorts or slacks. Ever. Clear?" She nodded, as best she could while her face was being fucked. "You will wear skirts or dresses, none coming below mid thigh, and none. Janice often prepares dinner while wearinga skintight maid’s outfit, fishnet stockings and highheels. I am either dressed in a leather jumpsuit or,when we’re in the mood, I wear only a pair of tightleather pants which has a special sheath into which Islip my prick, and it’s tied. One would definitely notwear them in public, but they’re great to enjoyprivately. Janice so enjoys tugging on my bound prick,watching the bindings strain as my hard-on strugglesto burst. I was, however, thinking that had never happened to me with a man so handsome and so well endowed, though. I repeated. “Seriously. If you weren’t erect I would think that I was not doing a very good job. “ I looked up at him and smiled and swiped my finger across the bottom of my lower lip where it was feeling wet and without giving it a second thought, I sucked whatever it was off my finger and then realized what I had just done. “Besides,” I quipped. “It’s only going to get worse when I get.