My wife, I now come to a time when I feel I need to name her, my wife, Carol, and I were sitting on our bed. She had just told me about meeting Angie and her behaviour in front of Angie and Mr Benson. In the telling she had become aroused yet again and I had decided that the time had come to share with her some of my own desires. How could she reject me now that she had behaved in such a way, like a cheap slut, a tart an unpaid whore for the entertainment of a man and a woman she had just met? ‘Darling’ I began, ‘Do you remember a few years back when we were having one of our sessions, showered, you dressed up in lingerie, on the bed (not under the quilt!) watching a porn movie on the TV ‘Red Hot’ channel and you had laughed at the way I seemed – in your words – obsessed with your panties and you suggested I wanted to wear them?’. She nodded, smiling at me as she remembered. ‘Yes, you didn’t say anything and I knew that you wanted it, so I slipped my panties off and you let me slip them over your feet and pull them up’, she giggled girlishly, ’When I pulled them over your buttocks and balls and cock you came all over the place, how can I forget!’. I smiled and held her hands, ‘You remember after, on most sessions, you would take off your panties and use them to wrap around my cock, so I could feel them and you would wank me in them?’. ‘She seemed a little embarrassed by this memory, but said ’I can’t believe we can talk about these things so easily now, it’s so nice isn’t it’. I nodded and continued, ‘Well, that’s just it, I can tell you now that actually it wasn’t just that they were nice on my cock, smooth and slippery when they were satin, or a little rough when they were lace’. I took a deep breath and plunged on ‘Darling, I have dressed up in your underwear and even more when you have been away from home and even used a web cam and showed others’, there – I’d told her. Her reaction was a surprise and a huge relief and my mind spiralled almost out of control as I realised the possibilities opening up in front of us. ‘Oh wow that’s so horny!’ she gasped. ‘You don’t mind?’….she beamed…‘God no, I love it, so humiliating, so erotic and horny, to be honest you telling me now has made me feel so much better about today as well, I really didn’t know how you’d react, though I had convinced myself you’d be as turned on as me’. ‘So, we are going to go tomorrow?’ I asked. ‘Do you want it’? she replied. I wondered what she would do if I said no, if she’d still go secretly at some point, could she ever leave this opportunity, the memory of what she had done and how it had felt would surely not fade in a hurry! I almost wanted to test it, to feel the jealousy of her doing things like that behind my back, the exquisite feelings that I’d experience on discovering what she might have done without me. I’d not yet told her of the things I’d imagined, her being gang banged by my boss and colleagues and mates, her as a stripper in the local pub amateur strip night, me being made to clean her up afterward, humiliated and jeered at my the men who’d taken her, as wearing panties and a bra I did as I was told and licked.…oh my, I seemed to have turned myself on again and was sporting a huge erection! ‘I want it’ I replied. Next...return to the dogging spot.