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 This Story is true; however it is not my story.  An associate came to me
one day with a problem he was being presented with concerning his wife. 
That led to many discussions about their relationship.  Once I understood
his inner desires I suggested some things to help him achieve his desires.
As he lived it, he provided me sufficient feedback which allowed me to
assist him and write this story for him.  It is being posted with his
permission.  Many of the episodes which I passed on as suggestions to him
were inspired by other writer's stories.  It is a work in progress.  I
would appreciate any suggestions to improve its content or to suggest other
ideas.  His wife has become a very adventurous soul and looks forward to
new and exciting situations.  Email address is mikem00007@hotmail.com.  I
hope you enjoy reading this as much as I have in putting it together. 
Parts 1 through 7 can been seen by going to the authors page under
mikem00007.
   Perviously - Jan's exposure on the highway leads to an attempt to
blackmail her to meeting the Virginia Gentleman's demands.  However, Jan's
husband sees this as the opportunity to gain control over her.  Jan has
been forced to expose herself in the restaurant overlooking the food court
in a local mall, a local restaurant, and finally a much more participatory
exposure on the highway.  In part four, Jan's exposure is exploited by a
stranger at a local club where is treated to an orgasm on the dance floor,
in part five Jan gets her first view of a theater showing a porno film, and
in part six Jan is fucked for the first time in a public dance club.  After
winning a local strip contest she activity participates in a show stopper
on the metro and is introduced to a game of guess who is eating you now -
The story continues...
   The Perfect Wife - Part Eight
   I bought a variety of bathing suits.  In each one of them I removed the
inner lining.  I really liked the white bikini.  It fit her like a second
skin and perfectly molded itself to her pussy, to include a small crease
into her slit that looked like a camel's toe.  When she came out of the
water the suit looked like those wet T-shirt contestants.  It didn't take
much imagination to enjoy Jan's assets, but for some reason I was still not
able to get her to strip at the beach.  I had read a story about a type of
bathing suit called a wicked weasel.  At first I thought this was something
someone had made up, but a quick search of the Internet gave me an address
at wickedweasel.com, which proved they existed.  Without mentioning it to
Jan I bought a couple of the Lycra shiny models.  I wanted to buy the sheer
or open mesh, but it was so obvious I didn't think she would go for it.  I
had a lot of styles to choose from but went with a more traditional style
bikini but with a t-bar back.  When they arrived I checked them out.  When
dry they looked like a regular suit, but when wet, they were completely see
through.  We were planning an end of summer visit to South Carolina and I
was beginning to plan how to use them.
   One other thing I bought was a remote control butterfly vibrator.  It
was designed to rest directly on the clit and had straps that kept it in
place.  I liked to have her wear it when we went out to dinner with friends
or business acquaintances and took pleasure in watching her try to act
normally as her clit was receiving strong stimulation.  At the office I
told one of the guys who had played the guess who's eating me now game what
I had been doing.  I told him she would be wearing it at an upcoming office
get together and agreed to let him use it for a while.  Jan knew I liked to
turn it on in settings she had to control her facial expressions, but she
was totally taken by surprise when it went off while eating.  It was like
she had touched an electrical wire and a grunt escaped her lips before she
could catch herself.  She was perplexed when she saw my hands on the table.
After she settled down I whispered that I decided to let someone else drive
for a while.  He must have spent the entire evening with it on.  Jan's
color ran red all evening and she was constantly telling people she felt
fine.  The batteries were dead when I got the remote back and Jan attacked
me as soon as we got into the parking lot.  She simply undid my pants,
raised the front of her dress and jammed me into her.  It was a simple case
of slam-bam thank you maam.  She rode up and down on me for all she was
worth until her orgasm hit her.  After getting in the car, she said she
enjoyed the evening, but would prefer for me to keep the remote from now
on.
   As the end of August came on us, we finalized our plans for the beach. I
had shown Jan the bikinis I bought for her and she liked them.  She thought
they were showy, but not totally obscene.  For some reason, she still had
hang-ups with nudity at the beach.  We started out on a Friday morning.  We
didn't want to be on road all day and would find a motel in the middle of
the afternoon and enjoy some pool time.  I asked Jan if she was going to
wear the sundress she had worn on two other occasions.  She said she had
another she liked better.  It was shorter and had thin straps rather than
the sleeves.  I told her I was looking forward to the road trip.  I had the
CB on and we were both listening to the traffic on the channel 19.  Jan had
laid her seat back a bit and had put her feet up on the dashboard.  Her
legs were open, but the dress came down enough that she was covered.  As we
went by on trucker, he blew his horn and commented on the radio on what a
foxy redhead he had seen just pass.  Jan put her hand out the window and
gave him a thumbs up.  The trucker then tried hailing us when he saw my CB
antenna.  I asked Jan if she would like to answer.  She was not sure how to
go about it, but quickly got the hang of it after a couple of tries.  The
guy asked what her handle was and we quickly selected "lucky lady" as her
new handle.  They chatted a few minutes and soon others were joining in. 
The trucker she was first talking to commented on what a sweet set of legs
she had and did they look that good all the way up.  She turned to me, told
me to slow down, and invited the trucker to pass.  She said she would let
him judge for himself and give her a rating from 1 to 10.  He gave us a big
10-4 and sped on by us.  Jan then laid the seat all the way back, pulled
her dress up to her waist, dropped her feet to the floor and told him we
were coming up on his left.  When we got to his side we matched his speed
so he could get a good look.  He said she was definitely on the upper end
of the scale but it was hard to tell with her legs together like that.  Jan
chuckled, put her feet back up on the dashboard with one knee against the
door and the other against the center console.  He said that on a scale of
1 to 10, she was definitely a 20.  He asked if the rest of her looked as
good as what he could see, which prompted Jan to remove the dress and asked
what he thought.  You could hear the hoarseness in his throat as he
commented that she had the nicest body he had seen in a very long time. 
She thanked him and we continued on our way.  Of course, everyone else she
had been talking to wanted to know where we were located, and those that
were ahead of us said they could hardly wait for us to pass them.  Jan got
a nice start on her overall tan that day.
   At around 2:30 we pulled off the road and found a nice hotel with a room
facing the pool.  We had a little lunch and I suggested a swim.  Jan
decided to try on the yellow suit I had bought for her and I could hardly
wait.  On the way out to the pool I picked up the ice chest with the wine
coolers.  It had been a hot drive and Jan had already had a few in the car.
At poolside she continued to drink.  She seemed to like the berry flavored
ones and sometimes forget she was drinking alcohol.  We sat and chatted for
a little bit then she covered her front with oil and lay on her stomach to
tan her back.  I untied the straps of the top and applied lotion to her
back, buns and legs, making sure to stop every once in a while to reach up
between her legs to stroke her pussy.  Because the back was a thong type
with T-bar triangle at the back she was able to get a lot of her body
exposed to the sun.  One of the accessories she took with her while lying
out was her spray bottle that she filled with water to cool her off from
time to time.  I told her to just relax and when she wanted to be cooled
off to just let me know and I would squirt.  She thanked me for being so
sweet.  I noticed the hot tub off the side of the pool and thought we might
take advantage of it later this evening.
   The hotel we had selected was hosting some type of special event and the
place was filled.  There were about 8 to 10 people out at the pool and they
kept looking over at my wife who looked to be lying there practically
naked. Then the time came I was waiting for and Jan asked me to cool her
off.  I sprayed her back and suggested she turn over to avoid getting too
much sun the first day, which she did after securing her top.  She downed
another wine cooler and laid back.  I handed her the eyecups she normally
wore when she was sunning on her back and proceeded to wet her down with
her spray bottle being sure to give a lot of attention to her suit.  The
result was more than I could have hoped for.  Right before my eyes the suit
went from opaque yellow to bare skin transparent yellow.  Nothing was
hidden from view.  Her nipples and slit were as visible as if she was lying
there without a suit.  That started a regular train of guys walking by our
chairs.  I reached into my beach bag and removed my camera to get some
shots of her in her present condition making sure to capture the
expressions of many of her admirers.  When the suit dried it want back to
normal so I made sure I kept her wet down as much as possible.  Jan asked
if she was getting red and I said she could probably give it another 10
minutes then we should go in.  I was hoping the suit would be dry enough by
then to hide what I had done.  After it had gone back to normal I suggested
we get ready for dinner and we did.
   We found a little Mexican cantina near the hotel.  Jan started in on
margaritas while we nibbled on the corn chips that were provided.  Jan was
in a good mood and we had a good time just chatting.  With dinner I ordered
a bottle of Mexican wine, which turned out to be fairly good.  By the end
of dinner Jan had slipped past her feeling friendly mood and was beginning
to slur her words.  I remembered the hot tub and thought I might be able to
have some fun when we got back to the hotel.  Prior to leaving I ordered
Jan another margarita and asked for a double shot of tequila.  We finished
our drink and headed out to the car.  Jan wasn't too steady on her feet and
I had to hold on to her so she wouldn't fall.  Back at the hotel I
suggested soaking at the hot tub.  Jan initially declined saying she was
too tired and drunk.  I convinced her it would do her good and proceeded to
put her yellow suit back on.  I grabbed a couple of coolers and helped her
out to the pool area.  It had gotten dark by this time and she almost fell
into the hot tub.  I laid Jan's head back on a towel and got another wine
cooler down her.  The combination of the ride, the heat of the tub and the
alcohol she had drunk did her in and she passed out.  In the position she
was in her nipples were at water level and clearly visible.  I decided to
have some fun and reached under the water, worked her bottoms off her and
put them next to her towel.  I then proceeded to play with my wife's pussy,
putting her hand in my suit to hold my fully erect cock.  Unbeknown to me
my actions had not gone unnoticed.  We had been there for about 5 minutes
when a couple guys came out and asked if they could join us.  After a
couple of minutes I moved my towel over Jan's bottoms making sure my
actions were noticed.  We talked for a few moments.  I explained that my
wife had a busy day and was kind of out it.  They complemented me on her
suit and I explained what kind of suit it was and that my wife wasn't yet
aware of it.  We all got a great laugh out of it.
   It was then that I had a nasty idea.  I told the guys I had to go to the
room to use the bathroom.  I asked if they would keep an eye on my wife and
make sure she didn't slip under water.  They exchanged glances and agreed
to take care of her.  When I got up and grabbed my towel I took Jan's
bottoms with me.  Our room was on the first floor and overlooked the pool
area.  As I suspected, after I left, the guys had taken positions on either
side of Jan.  I could see from where her knees popped out of the water that
each had a leg draped in between theirs, leaving her pussy about at wide
open as it could get.  I got my camera out and began taking pictures.  I
was afraid it would be too dark, but found that the lights over the spa
area provided more than enough light to capture what was going on.  One of
the guys reached behind her to until the straps holding her top up.  He
then pulled on the straps on either side of her neck until it looked like
she was wearing a bowtie with her breasts now completely exposed.  The
position of their hands made it very obvious they were both working on her
open pussy.  I wasn't sure how far this would go until I saw one guy lift
Jan up and set her on his buddy's lap.  The next thing I know is that Jan
is sitting on this guy's cock and being lifted up and down by the guy in
front.  I took a few pictures of this then decided to return to the spa.  I
made sure to make a lot of noise as I returned into the pool area.  When I
got to the spa, Jan was there alone with her top floating on the water in
front of her, but still attached at the top.  I guess I was supposed to
think it had just come undone by itself.  I knew it was time to get Jan to
bed, but I couldn't resist the urge to take a couple more pictures.  I put
a nearby chair behind where Jan was sitting and eased her up out of the
water resting against the chair.  I spread her legs and removed her top.  I
called her name a few times until she opened her eyes, then snapped the
picture.  When I reviewed it, it looked like she was awake, just showing
off her goodies for the camera.  I dried her off and slipped the nightgown
I had brought down with me over her head and helped her up to the room.
   To cap the evening off, I took off the nightgown once in the room, laid
her spread out face up on the bed, opened the curtains, turned on all the
lights, and went outside to take a few more pictures.  A guy came by while
I was taking the pictures and stopped to admire the view.  I explained that
my wife got drunk and I was taking these pictures to teach her a lesson. 
He chucked, said she really looked great that way, and should probably
leave her that way the rest of the night.  I said I would but the lights
would bother me and I wouldn't be able to get to sleep.  He asked if I
minded waiting until he got his camera and took a couple souvenir shots. 
So I said sure and waited for him to return.  I took pictures of him taking
pictures of Jan.  When I went in I shut off the lights and left her lying
there with the curtains open and the outside lights spilling in.  I went
back outside and sure enough, she was still visible if you took the time to
look.  A number of people stopped as they wandered past the window as the
word got around.  I was woken later by what I thought was lightning, but
realized someone had just taken a picture through the window.
   The rest of the trip to the beach was uneventful.  Jan stayed busy
flirting with truckers on the CB to include flashing a couple of truckers
she thought were cute.  We arrived at the beach a little after noon and
began unpacking.  As she was unpacking she found a couple of extra items
she did not remember packing.  I told her they were just a couple of beach
things I had bought for her and threw them in as a surprise.  One item was
a pair of Capri pants that had cross stitching from the cuff to the waist
on each side and the other was a short sundress that came about 4 inches
below her butt and had the sides secured by strings that could either be
tied tight together or as loose as desired.  As currently tied there was
about an inch opening from under the arms down to the bottom with a deep v
cut neckline narrowing to thin straps over the shoulder.  I thought the
dress was perfect for what I had in mind.  It was thin enough that a light
behind her would silhouette her perfectly, and I could only imagine what it
would look like with the strings let out.  And, of course, the presence of
a bra or panties would really look out of place.
   The next day was our first day at the beach and Jan decided to wear the
white wicked weasel.  She still didn't know what happened to it when it got
wet and I was going to do my darndest to make sure didn't notice.  We found
a perfect spot down from the place we were staying and set up our beach
mats.  As skimpy as the suit was, she got looks from everyone we passed as
well as everyone that passed us where we had parked ourselves.  Jan
commented on the fact that she enjoyed the attention she was getting and
thanked me for buying the suits for her.  I told her it was definitely my
pleasure and that I was proud of being with the hottest girl on the beach.
We had been laying out for about a half hour when Jan said she wanted to
walk up the beach a bit.  I used this as an opportunity to suggest we test
the ocean a bit to see how warm it was and then saunter up the beach.  We
only went out to about our knees.  As I had hoped, the wave action had
fairly well splashed us from the waist on down.  When I had seen that the
water had done its job, I grabbed Jan by the hand and started up the beach.
She had adjusted the fit of the bottoms when she came out but had never
bothered to look down.  The yellow one had given a great view of her slit,
but it didn't hold a candle to what the white one did.  The bottoms of the
white one seemed to disappear and for all intents and purposes, Jan was
walking up the beach naked from the waist down.  The whiteness of the suit
looked like tan lines.  I kept Jan occupied by pointing out different
sights and she never did realize the stares she was getting from everyone
we approached and passed were because of the transparency rather than the
skimpiness.  By the time we had reached our turnaround point, her suit was
beginning to dry so I suggested we cool off again by stepping into the
ocean.  This time we went out and splashed away in the ocean, going out to
neck level.  When we returned to the beach for our walk back, both top and
bottoms were transparent.  I saw a lot of cameras taking pictures of us as
we made our way back to our blanket.  We took another quick dip prior to
lying down with the same results.  Jan still had not realized what was
happening to her suit.  I got out my camera, had her raise up on her elbows
and I took a few shots of what appeared to be my naked wife.  A guy from a
nearby blanket came over and offered to take a picture of us both together.
I positioned her sitting up with her arms around her knees and asked the
guy to make sure he got a good angle.  He understood exactly what I meant
because the resulting picture was a perfect shot of her entire slit, as
well as one breast.  Jan lay back down and I introduced myself as I
retrieved my camera.  I asked if he would like to sit for a few minutes,
which he jumped at because it put him right next to Jan's knee where he had
a perfect view.  He said he was with some friends, but they were out at the
flea market today.  As we sat there he watched the suit go from transparent
back to white opaque.  He said he had never seen anything like that before,
but before he went any further I waved him to the water away from Jan.
   Once out of hearing range, I explained that Jan was completely unaware
of the fact what happened when her suit got wet.  He found this amusing,
asked if we would be out there again tomorrow and asked if it would be all
right for his friends to join us for a friendly chat.  I agreed and he
asked if she would be wearing the same suit again tomorrow.  I said she
would probably wear the yellow one, which did basically the same thing.  I
also casually mentioned that my wife got in a friendly mood when she drank
wine so I would probably bring out an ice chest of wine coolers.  He
offered to bring the beer.  We left shortly thereafter.  I told her the guy
that had taken our picture asked if he and a couple of his friends could
join us tomorrow for a few hours and that I said sure if it was all right
with her.  As I suspected, she had no problems with it.  The next morning
we went out for a Champaign brunch at a local restaurant.  I didn't know
what might happen, but I wanted to make sure Jan was in her feeling
friendly mood.  She went through about six glasses of Champaign but didn't
realize it since I just kept her glass full.  She was in a bubbly mood when
we got back to the unit.  I told her it was almost time to meet the guys at
the beach and suggested she put her suit on while I went out for some wine
coolers.  She surprised me when she asked which suit she should wear.  I
told her she got so many complimentary looks in the white one I thought she
should wear that one again.  She said ok and would be ready when I got
back. When I got back she was ready to go.  I told her how really special
she looked in her suit and that I should find some in other colors and
styles.  She thought that was fine.  I am hoping I will eventually be able
to get her in an open mesh one I had seen on the internet that even dry
left nothing to the imagination.
   We arrived at the same spot we were the day before and were met by Gary
and his two associates.  Introductions were made all around and we arranged
ourselves in a loose circle with the coolers in the center.  I popped a
berry cooler for Jan and took the beer offered by Gary.  We joked around
for about an hour when one of Gary's friends suggested a dip in the ocean.
Jan had downed a couple more coolers and was feeling mellow by this time.
We all went into the water and splashed around in the waves for a time. 
Every time Jan stood up, her breasts were on display, a fact appreciated by
all of us.  Once when she had swum out a little, I heard one of Gary's
friends comment that when he heard about this suit he didn't believe it,
but he was definitely impressed with it and her.  Gary said that what he
had already seen was nothing and to wait until we got back to the blanket.
Jan was still in a good mood when we came out of the water.  As before, she
simply adjusted her bottoms without bothering to look down.  The effect on
the guys was immediate.  Each had a tent pole in his suit they tried to
hide as we seated ourselves.  Jan sat Indian style and pulled out another
cooler.  Jan didn't seem to notice that no one could take his eyes off her
crotch.  I asked the guys if they would gather around Jan and let me get a
couple of pictures..  After that, Jan stood and posed with her arm around
each guy.  Gary then announced that he had rented a dune buggy and
suggested we pack up and go down the beach to this scenic spot he had found
with a pure white beach.  So we packed up, crowded aboard the buggy and
headed out for the new beach.
   It was everything Gary said it would be, plus it was secluded.  We
popped another round of drinks and by now Jan was having a great time.  We
went back into the water and when she came out this time she looked down
and saw what she had missed every time before.  She was initially
embarrassed, but soon realized that she had been on display most of the day
and asked me why I didn't tell her about the suit.  I lied.  I told her I
was as surprised as she was, but since she had been having such a good time
I didn't want to spoil it.  She finally accepted the situation and asked if
everyone had had a good laugh at her expense.  We all assured her that she
looked great and praised her for what a great figure she had.  She said it
wasn't fair that she was the only one exposed, at which time all four of us
removed our suits.  Jan followed.  So we sat there drinking, telling jokes,
and generally having a good time.  Jan wanted some pictures of her and the
three guys and the guys each wanted one of them and Jan alone.  I used my
camera and two they had brought with them.  After a while, Jan's eyes were
starting to glaze over and she began snuggling up to me, getting a little
frisky.  I warned her to stop before she caught something she wasn't
chasing.  She kept it up and soon she was messing around with all of us.  I
told the guys about a game we had played a couple months back and asked if
they would be interested.  I got an enthusiastic response.  The only change
would be that when she guessed right she would get her reward and the guy
involved would get a hand job from Jan.  I didn't think it a good idea to
be pushing anything up into Jan's vagina because the sand could end up
rubbing her raw and that would ruin any fun I might have the rest of the
week.  We found a cloth in the dune buggy that served as a mask and two of
us took turns holding her arms down while the guy orally stimulating her
would hold her legs down.  This game lasted well over an hour.  I told the
guys on her arms that her nipples were super sensitive and they should be
working on them while the appropriate selectee was buried between her legs.
The game was just as much fun this time as before.  Jan had four whopper
orgasms and each of us enjoyed the thrill of both a blow job and hand job,
and when it was over; we took one last swim, put our suits back and headed
back.  The blow job was Jan's idea.
   I suggested we spend part of the next day cruising the mall and maybe
hitting the miniature golf place up the street after we caught some early
beach time.  I suggested she wear the new sundress I had bought her so she
tried it on to see how it fit.  She liked the look but thought the strings
would have to be loosened to give her more room.  I told her not to worry,
that I would loosen them for her.  She didn't have any problem with the
fact that she wouldn't be wearing anything underneath.  By now she was used
to it.  What she didn't see was the view I was getting as she stood in the
entrance to the balcony.  The light, showing through the fabric, allowed a
fairly good view of her body parts.  While the dress was still on her I
loosened the strings to allow for about a 3 to 3 and a half inch gap on
each side.  She said that felt better and removed it before I could see the
effect it had.  While she was taking a shower I loosened the strings
another inch from the waist on down.  I didn't think she would notice the
change.
   The next morning we went down to the beach early to catch a few rays. 
While there we ran into Gary and his friends.  We declined his offer to go
back to the secluded beach saying we were going to get a little shopping
and golfing in.  We all kind of BSed a bit with Gary asking Jan if she was
going in the water in her yellow suit.  She laughed and said catch her when
she has had a few drinks.  We left the beach shortly before noon, changed
into the clothes we planned on wearing shopping and headed out.  As I
hoped, Jan had not noticed the increased gap at the bottom half of the
dress.  As I walked beside her I couldn't believe the effect the side gap
had.  Under her arms it didn't make much of a difference.  I could see the
beginning of the side of her breast, which was to be expected.  But the
effect at the bottom was something else.  Each time she took a step, the
gap in the side swung in such a way that at one step I could see across her
entire front and with the other her backside came into view.  I was sure
the effect was the same on the other side.  I didn't need the thinness of
the material to show her off, the side openings did that in spades.  A lot
of people that we passed in the mall were totally unaware of the view that
Jan's dress provided.  But those that did notice were brought up short
staring at the view they were getting.  The view at the mini-golf was
fantastic because each time Jan lined up to hit the ball, the front of the
dress swung forward and from the side she was completely exposed from her
nipples to her knees.  Many, many people watched us as we made our way
around the course.  I knew that this dress was a definite keeper.
   By now Jan was becoming more comfortable with the role in which I was
placing her.  Jan had become a sexual goddess, constantly looking for
pleasure.  She commented on the appreciative looks she was receiving and
the enjoyment she was getting from seeing the reactions she was having on
people - the shocked look on many women and the bulges showing up in the
pants of the men.  It was not unusual to come home and find her completely
naked from doing housework during the day, something that would never have
happened before.  Since Jan said she was not into pain, we stayed away from
S&M type activities.
   It was Jan who came up with our next adventure.  We had been surfing the
net and came across a chat room where a couple described how the guy's wife
would be let out of the car naked and she would have to make her way back
home without being seen.  Jan thought about this a while and thought it
would make for an interesting challenge.  The next evening Jan got
completely undressed, got into the passenger side of the car and said she
wanted to be dropped up the street a bit.  I took a couple pictures of her
seated in the car, then drove out of the garage to a place a couple blocks
away.  I pulled to the side of the road.  When no one was coming, Jan got
out of the car.  I took pictures of her exiting the car and moving out into
the yard of the house we had stopped in front of.  I then drove off, turned
around down the block, and pulled over to the curb to ensure her safety
(although she was not aware I was still around).  At first Jan kind of
slinked from yard to yard, keeping in the shadows and hiding whenever a car
or pedestrian came down the street.  The most interesting pictures I got
were her crossing the intersection.  Since there was no place to hide, she
had to dash across the street in full view of whoever happened to be
driving by.  Needless to say, her condition did not go unnoticed.  When she
entered our block, I drove around to get in front of her so I would be
there when she got home.  To make it more interesting, I locked the doors
so she could not gain immediate access.  She first came to the back door,
but I waved her away saying she should come to the front.  At first she
didn't want to, but I said that when she was ready, just ring the front
door bell and I would let her in.  It took a few minutes, but finally I
heard the ring of the front door bell.  I went to the door, turned on the
porch light, then let her in.  She said I was a real bastard, but I could
tell from her flushed cheeks that she was really turned on.  My fingers on
her pussy confirmed this.  She quickly unbuckled my pants and attacked me
in the foyer.  Our sex was short, but intense with Jan having multiple
orgasms.  She later explained how frightened she was at first, but as time
went on, how her fear was fueling her excitement, especially the fact that
what she was doing was highly illegal and could result in her getting
arrested.  She suggested we needed to do something like this again, but
maybe away from the house.  I filed this away for future reference.
   *****************to be continued************************** 
  
My Perfect Wife Part 8