I want something that we can take the kids to for family vacations, but also come to by ourselves for an adult vacation.”“Just how adult did you h...ave planned?”I smiled at her. We were just back from lunch, and we were both wearing t-shirts and shorts. Well, I was wearing shorts, and Marilyn had on a denim skirt, and I knew she had nothing else on. I crooked my finger at her and said, “Let’s talk about that,” and we spent the next few hours discussing in detail just what kind of adult vacations. Our chats went on for years. They happened at random; we never made appointments, there was the time difference and there were the hazards of business and travel. We met in a 'fem-only' room that was open to the public and in 'private rooms' that could only be visited by people who knew their name. One of those rooms I called Villa, another Wintergarden. They were just little boxes on a computer's monitor, but everything you read about in this story happened there. Ah well, almost. We had of course done it before with the five men, but this time it was different. Would there be jealousy, now that it was only one man, would she be turned on more by him than me, or would she lose the desire for sex with me alone? My thoughts went back to the experience with the five men, and I remembered the explosive effect it had on our sex life, and that it had made our marriage and my love for her even stronger, and that soon made me calm down again. I trusted my wife 100%, and so I. He slowly ran his hand along my stockinged leg, up to my panties, and rubbed me through the satin which started to get me hard. I remember Michelle's words, "You'll beg to be fucked...." Oh God, no," I mumbled unintelligibly through the gag.The pain grew worse as he continued to stroke me. I squirmed and pleaded through the gag for him to stop. The pain and simultaneous pleasure was maddening. He began to explore my body with his other hand. As amazing as it felt to have Michelle feel me up,.