I see nerves through the eyeholes, but also excitement such as I’ve never before seen in my wife. I walk up to her and take an arm, stretching it ou...t. Catherine obediently holds her limb in place as I take one of the rolls of bondage tape and wind the stuff round her wrist and the table leg. It’s not at all as complicated as I feared it might be and I swiftly repeat the action with my wife’s other arm.Bending down with my back to the camera, I take the other roll and bind my wife’s legs to the. I wasn’t use to exerting that much energy for such a lengthy time. Wrestling uses bursts of energy to overtake your opponent. Swimming, however, required a much larger adrenaline rush for longer periods of time. Never the less, I kept up with my friends and gradually got better at it. I even won a few races against opposing schools. But I couldn’t help but miss wrestling. It was the constant body contact that made me long for the sport. But I digress.One night, after a particularly gruesome. The first bench we came to we sat down for a rest as we'd carried him most of the way ,within mins he was nodding off again so I said to sue this is your chance to get some young cock take your knickers off ,she didn't know how to take me so I went over kissed her and started to grope her ,didn't take log before she was taking them off then I made her get on her hands and knees in front of him and told her to get his cock out whilst I slipped my cock in her now soaking pussy ,she soon had it. ’‘What are they missing?’‘Well–do they look like they fuck?’ She swallowed down an involuntary bark of laughter at his words. ‘Properly, I mean. Like our fiery friends here…’‘No, they don’t. But then…’ Her excited heartbeat slowed as another emotion cast its cloud. ‘It can’t always be fiery. Electric. Burning you up. Sometimes it’s okay to be… comfortable, secure. You know, content.’‘Are you content?’Her breathing stalled, hairs prickling at the nape of her neck. ‘We’re not talking about me..