Before she could protest, she found her wrists tied together, and then to the headboard. She was thrilled and terrified all at once. The man she loved... was now a stranger to her, she was at his mercy. The thought made her wetter. He moved to the closet, returning with two black leather belts, and a bandanna. There was no compromise in his eyes. Nita suddenly feared for her safety.He looped the belts through their buckles. His hand shot out, catching an ankle. She tried to pull away, he tightened. That’s what she wanted to do and I approve for sure.“Hence why I slid into bed with you so early. Mom, well, she didn’t take long to follow suit. What else to do? You’re her husband and she loves being your wife, even after all these years. I don’t think that you’ll ever know how crushing it was for her when you filed for divorce. She knew why you did it, but damn was she heartbroken! Right, Mom?” Amy told me while starting the shower for the three of us to share.“Damn straight I was! I don’t. I-I don’t,” Alex said, his voice still filled with terror. “I’m going to have to teach you who really owns your ass!” I gave him a quick kiss on the lips before standing back, letting him see the strap-on wrapped round my slim waist. He eyed the object with a mix of wariness and intrigue as he detached himself from Aaron’s crotch. “You’re going to fuck me?” he blurted out. “You catch on quick,” I said sarcastically, as I strode seductively round the couch to face him. Aaron, who had been. Now, bear in mind, I told Myself, this is not a controlled experiment. But notice, when the subject, Carl, entered the room, his penis was limp - or, at most, only half-hard.Subject, Carl, sees me, Beth.Call me "stimulus."Stimulus? Myself asks, helpfully pointing out my many figure inadequacies, reminding me that I am fully dressed and about as sexy as a Raggedy Ann doll.I sternly told Myself to shut up, to little avail, as I endeavored to retain my scientific detachment in the face of rampant.