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Soon after we were married, Raoul sat me down and explained how thingswere going to be. I was going to be the good little wifey. He would befree to ...ave sex with other women, and I would be expected to watch andparticipate. He explained what a cuckold is. Usually it's a man but Iwould become a cuckold too. I would actively entertain Raoul'sgirlfriends. Take messages for Raoul from them. Make dinner for them. Let them use me if they wanted. Raoul had regulars but there werealways new. My husband wanted me to wear this" The woman looked a bit shocked. My wife said " Haven't ever worn anything like this just for your man?" The woman said of coarse but only when I am with him. My wife said " Oh, I do this all the time and it is amazing how bold some people are, I have been touched and even given a few blow jobs to strangers" The woman didn't know what to say, her jaw was on the floor. My wife asked " did your man see anything?" The woman said, yes he did, and he asked me if I. I felt drawn to him and didn’t know why. Seeing that Sue was deep in conversation with a handsome man, who appeared to be about our age, I accepted his offer. I felt his eyes on me as I walked in front of him to his table, and for the first time since we had arrived, I felt self-conscious. I was used to wearing revealing club attire; short, low cut dresses and skirts, that showed acres of skin and put a lot on display. However, in this haughty environment, my little black dress definitely had. There were chains hanging from a couple of places on the ceiling, a wooden X was on one wall with chains at each of the corners as well. In the center of the room was a large four post bead with black satin sheets. Finally on one wall hung a variety of whips, paddles, floggers and riding crops surrounded by various 8x10 pictures framed and hanging on the wall. The room totally freaked Ashley out. She was not sure if she should run or stay. She had read a couple of books that included bondage.
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