Sbbke(MK) gasped in surprise as I stood at the doorway, looking at her pert body, her clothes all damp, including her sexy shorts. The girl looked like she had just wet herself. And, I suspected, she had.

"Erm...I'll get changed then I'll come down..." she said shyly. But she was already too late, as I had my arm around her waist, and my hand on her ass yet again, slyly pulling her shorts up...she gasped and looked embarassed.
I noticed some how shall we say, "unusual" and far from innocent clothing in her wardrobe.

"But, Sir, I'm married..." she squirmed and sighed.
"Shhhh...silence is golden, little one." I pressed my finger against her lips.

I unknotted the top, dropping it to the floor as I reached down and unbuttoned her shorts. Her boobs were certainly of a very high quality. It was at this point she began to struggle, as she sought to protect her treasure.

"Please, please stop..." her pleading voice was so delightful, so deliciously girlish.
"No", I replied.
"Pleeease..."
"No."

She was really struggling now, her squirming turning into bucking and pulling. Was it fear, or excitement? Either way it was futile, as I lifted her up and over my shoulder, carrying her to the four poster bed and dumping her onto it face down. I followed, straddling her and pinning her down. "Be a good girl and let me take care of you", I told her firmly. She seemed to respond to firmness.

Again she pleaded, "Please, Sir!" Please what? I thought to myself as I opened the drawer next to the bed and found some very useful tools, and what appeared to be a "manual".

How thoughtful of her husband!