This couldn’t be happening, I told myself. At least not with my wife. This was a game I played only with the fantasy fem fatales within the pages of fetish magazines.
“Catch all your semen in my panties,” her voice teased. “Or you’ll have to sleep on the wet spot.”
Her low chuckle was derisive.
It was strange, the humiliation of performing such an intimate act while Clare watched. The climax was coming much sooner than I expected.