. Well,either way, he didn't seem to mind the age difference or the sizedifference, and we soon became 'involved', and before long he had movedinto my... house.It was a normal morning for us, as I woke up curled around his smallerframe. With him being both shorter and smaller than me, it seemednatural for us to spoon with me on the outside, and that was how we slept most nights. I ran my hand over his soft hairless skin and smiledto myself, surprised yet again at how the things that make us. ." I heard a man's voice."Oh Walt, he wants to dance with me. Is that ok? His name is Russel. It's just a slow dance, ok? Pleeeze...?"Oh Kimmy... " My head filled with fantastic scenes."Oh Walt, his hands are so big. He's caressing my ass... Oh! Oh god, he's tugging on my nipples... Hon, it feels sooo good." Kimmy, oh Kimmy, don't stop..." Walt, everyone's watching us. Oh Hon, everyone's watching your wife dance in her panties with a stranger...Ooohh..." she moaned."Oh Walt, I'm doing it.. "You do have beautiful breasts my dear. I'm sure you've been told that many times."He then showed her the gift he had for her. She had never seen anything like it."I bought this with you in mind right after I met you. And I've dreamed of the day I could use these on you." What is it?" She asked curiously not wanting to sound too naive."Why these are nipple clamps my dearest." he said as he was getting ready to loosen up the little screw on the end of one and then he opened the black leather. It was Tuesday evening and a software vendor was taking a group of clients to dinner. It was a marvelous meal with good wine and quiet conversation. After dinner we wandered Bourbon Street, taking in the great jazz and drinking a bit more than the evening required. New Orleans will do that to you. It is a city of excess, where it seems perfectly natural for women to bare their breasts in exchange for a fifty-cent string of beads and men to consider topless clubs fine entertainment. You either.