: Gabriella Abutbol My wife told me she’d meet me at the hotel pool after she got ready, but hon
: Gabriella Abutbol My wife told me she’d meet me at the hotel pool after she got ready, but honestly I didn’t know what to expect. I had been using the J-Pill for eight weeks but after the Restaurant Incident it was clear I had taken things too far. So for the past few nights I’d have my wife suck my dick — though more likely she’d just beg for it — and when she went into her jizz-induced trance I’d give her some suggestions to help rein things in. Or at least put up some healthy bounds. But this trip was the first real test of things.I was pleasantly surprised to see my wife strut out to the pool in a skimpy, though perfectly reasonable, black bikini. Just a week ago she’d probably come down in some porn star-style micro-bikini or a Hooters themed outfit or some other pandering sexual fetish that I’d engrained into her unconscious. “So what do you think?” she asked, hungry for my approval. “I know it might be just a little small, but it still covers everything. And besides, sometimes it’s fun to test boundaries a little when we’re on vacation…” she looked around a lowered her voice. “… though I only break them in the bedroom.”Good. Clearly that one had sunk in. -- source link