And hanging from black wooden pegs were an assortment of strap on dildos in leather harnesses, all with balls, all at least 12′, two that looked sca...ry! Linda had disappeared into a closet and came out wearing a black and red leather corset with matching knee high spike heel boots. She laughed when she saw the expression on my face. ‘Here, this is for you,’ Linda said, helping to place a dog collar around my neck. ‘Hey, I’ve never done this kind of…’ I started to plead. ‘Yeah, well,’ she. ‘Well, you need to be!’ She drew from behind her back a plaited leather riding whip. Tickling his balls with it, she said ‘It took you too long to ravish me. For that you get six strokes. Do you agree?’ Tom shook his head. ‘Wrong answer – for that you get nine strokes.’ Tom put on his best frightened face as she raised her whip and brought it down softly on his thigh. The next three strokes were also on his thighs. Stroke number five landed on his flaccid cock and he flinched. She moved on to. She told him we used to swing many years ago. When they went inside, he excused himself to the bathroom and she quickly shot me a text " your threesome fantasy will be reality if you can get home soon". While he was in bathroom, she tidied up a little and undid another button on her shirt. When he walked out of the bathroom, she walked up to him allowing him to look down at her more exposed breasts. She put her arms around his neck and said " I have to confess, I was thinking about you when I. Whatever action I would take would be straightforward and direct. I had no need to be devious. My plan was simplicity itself and would prove to be as devastating as the most nefarious plot. Now the trick was to act as if I suspected nothing. I just had to be my usual pleasant and unsuspecting fool of a husband. I think I may have gotten an Oscar for how I controlled myself during that weekend.I left the house early on Monday; I was gone before Jenny was out of bed. I just couldn't bring myself.