My wife has always been fairly social so in my absence she made new friends every time we moved and kept in touch with old ones--including old boyfrie...nds. I didn't know of the latter until things came to something of a head at one point fairly early in the marriage. She was unhappy with our lifestyle and didn't like being the mother of a toddler. I knew this and did my best to help her through that malaise, but I was unprepared for her to tell me that an old boyfriend was passing through town. It really turned me on even more."Now, Cindy, take off your clothes for me," I said.She looked at me, tears coming in her eyes. I knew she didn't want to do that. But I though, if I wanna bring it to the end, I need to behave dominant."Cindy, do it, or I'll need to use that belt again!" I said at her loudly.She was trembling, but she started to unbutton her black blouse. As she undid first few buttons, her breasts, still covered in her bra, popped out nicely. Then, she took off the top. Her. Soon enough, the base of Alene’s rod was covered and caressed by 5 pairs of gorgeous boobs, and the game began. Alene shifted her weight back and forth, massaging her cock against the passageway of boobs. making all present groan with delight. The girls started touching themselves as the air filled with sounds of pleasure.Alene’s cock kept growing and expanding as she was reaching closer to her peek. It was so big that another dozen busty girls could have easily joined the party. Each row was. Tonight was the first time in over two weeks that I really had theurge." "That's the problem. There is so much I have for you to do, andwhen you're wearing your slacks and shirt you don't do the good jobyou do while wearing a dress. All I'm asking is if I can pick whenyou wear your dresses sometimes. You can still wear them when youget the urge." "I still don't think that's necessary. I know I'm doing thingsyou don't care to do, and there are things I don't care to do too,but I do them. Why.