Thank you SH for finding this kinky couple for me. They are years younger than me and their neighbours probably just think of them as a quiet, hard working, child-free married couple. All that is right but completely misses out the interesting and special side to their nature. He likes to be dominated in everything. At work this is no problem as he does what he is told. Round the house it is no problem as he cooks, cleans, tidies and makes the bed. He especially likes doing all this naked or in his wife's clothes. Even better she will put on his clothes to oversee his performance. In bed he will lie there whilst she rides his cock. Leaning forward she tells him to suckle her nipples. Afterwards he begs to clean her up. He crawls round to nose into her warm, wet fanny and lick and suck away, which often brings her to a second climax. They decided to use Swinging Heaven to find a man who would share the fun of keeping him busy and under control. A new man would allow her to lie back and be taken for a change. I came into their lives after they had had one or two guys turn up and play with them. They were realising that they wanted more of the same and to go further and further down the road of kinky submission. They had talked over everything they had done and what pleasures they had experienced and agreed that they would both like to be dominated and try every kink in the book. They listed several in the chain of emails we exchanged. Things like spanking, sex toys, rubber and bondage, water sports, flashing and outdoor sex. I was turned on by all this and keen to get started. We had spent nearly two weeks exchanging more and more explicit horny e-mails and photos before we agreed to meet. She was still taking charge and had me take her for lunch in a country pub. Whilst we sat in the conservatory by the car park he sat in their car and watched. We had chosen early lunchtime Saturday and had the room to ourselves. At my request she turned up dressed very fem and even younger than her age. She wore a short black skirt and thin pink jumper. I asked her to wear her thinnest bra so that I might see her nipples. She didn't own any stockings, yet, so she wore thin black tights and little flat black shoes. She had used the minimum of make up and her red hair and pale complexion made me want to bite into her like an apple. I told her this and she blushed prettily. After our drinks arrived and we were waiting for the food I asked her to describe how she was feeling. Excited and nervous, yes. But was her body at all excited? Again she blushed and said she had butterflies in her tummy. Is that all; I persisted? I could see her nipples were showing and she noticed my eyes staring at them. She brushed her fingers over them and said, these are hard. I looked further down and asked; anything else? I'm getting wet; she said blushing again. This was going very well. I told her that my cock was very stiff and the end moist, all as a result of her. I wonder how he is managing out in the car? I asked. He'll be the same as you. We carried on enjoying each others company through the meal. Before we ordered coffee I asked her to go to the ladies and come back with her knickers and bra in her handbag. She smiled, nodded and almost skipped off and came back quickly and sat back down grinning. I could see her hard nipples clearly now. I asked her if her knickers were very wet. She said they were and so I asked her to ball them up in her hand and pass them to me. They were indeed moist and warm. When I held them to my nose they smelled delicious as well. After coffee I paid the bill and we walked out to their car. I sat in the back and she took the driving seat. I introduced myself to him. He seemed quite tongue tied. When I asked if he was happy he nodded. When I asked if he was randy he nodded again. He nodded to confirm he was hard, again to us all going back to their home, to wanting to see just how wet and scented his wife's knickers were and yes he would like to smell them now and put them on as some as we got back home. I went back to my car and followed them to their house. Once inside, I told him to strip and put her knickers on. He couldn't get his clothes off quickly enough and was soon standing in the hall smiling and his cock so hard it wouldn't stay in the little briefs. I told him to wipe the silly grin off his face and tidy up all his clothes. Sorry, Sir, he answered and rushed up stairs with his clothes and shoes. I asked her if she wanted to freshen up and change into something nice for me. Yes, Sir, what would you like me to wear? The Britney photo you sent was nice I suggested. He had returned by them and as she went up stairs I asked him to show me to the toilet. Once there, I told him to get my cock out and point it into the basin. I was having difficultly keeping it from pointing straight up, but we managed. By the time he had wiped the end and tucked me back in I was fully hard, and her appearance in her “Britney” blouse, skirt, socks and pig tails meant I stayed that way. Who wants to read more?