Standing behind her and starting from the top of her body, I began the inspection. It wasn't a frisk search type inspection, but far more detailed, to keep her guessing, keep her teetering on the edge of her feelings and pleasures. I smelt her hair, told her how good the aroma was, stroked fingers through from the crown to her name, and crown to her ears, with both hands. She slightly flinched. "Stand...per..fect..ly....still, " I hissed again, and swiped the other buttock this time. "Yes. I will. Sorry." As soon as she was finishing her reply, I stroked the top of each ear with single fingers, traced around the outer edge, dipped beneath each earlobe, very slowly and gently rotated fingers on the side of her head and stroked along her jaw line, where both fingers met, on her chin end. I used all fingers to spread out down and across her throat, along her protruding collar bones, to her shoulders. Using my rough palms, I patted my hands on them. Gripping and releasing quickly in succession, my hands moved over and under her upper arms, which were still raised with her fingers interlocked behind her neck. Always wanting to catch her out, and tease, I scraped my fingernails fairly lightly along her under arms, which brought goose bumps to her flesh. I was getting to her. Her slight lifting almost suggested that she'd had to suppress further feelings. I complimented her on her fnger nails, and asked her to use other colours, if she returned. I told her that her arm muscles were firm, and, as I spoke about her erect back, I purposely let a single finger descend from the collar right down her vertebrae, knowing that she might well be clenching her teeth. The piece de resistance came when I stroked the tiny cluster of fine hairs right at the beginning of her backside cleavage. "I know I should be still. I know I should be good and quiet, but I'm totally struggling here," she blurted . "Struggling?" I raised the pitch, in mock surprise. I knew damned well she'd be struggling. " And why is that, Laura? " belittling her again. "He doesn't touch me like you've just done. I'm on tenter hooks here. I'm loving this. Can...Oh God...I feel like I shouldn't say this." " Say what, Laura? Hmmmm? Do tell. You know you can, " I whispered the last sentence right in her ear, and with an arm wrapped right around her midriff. "Please...can you..." " Can I what, Laura? " "I feel like I shouldn't say this, but...your hand. It's so near. Can it touch me...please?" " It has been, Laura. " "You're fucking playing with my mind," She swung right round, unlocked her fingers. With one hand she pushed my fingers between her upper thighs and with her other, pulled my head down to rough tongue kiss. Her nostrils must have flaired. She was snorting, hot and gasping. My fingers were engulfed in her wet slit and no man could have stopped themselves from stroking,sliding, tracing over, around and through her vulva. She pushed down on them and grabbed my wrist, to place fingers at the edge of her vagina. I pulled away. Her eyes stared in disbelief. "Why did you stop?" " i think you should show Rob how you look. " "Yes. But not like this, not naked. You have stuff I could really tease him with. We talked about stuff you have in the emails. Remember. " I did remember. Over the next couple of minutes, I led her into the bedroom, and "dressed" her, like she'd never been before. Leather wrist and ankle cuffs applied to her limbs ( being safe and not too tight), a black spandex wetlook mini dress which hid nothing, and a matching tiny triangle of a thong. Using a short chain, linking her ankles so she had a limited step length, and a longer chain shackled to the centre "D" loop on the collar, and with wrists close coupled in the small of her back, we walked slowly to the lounge, me walking in reverse to check that she was ok. I pushed open the lounge door. Rob, involved in the tv viewing, glanced sideways. His mouth dropped open. "How do you like your wife, Rob? Step right up to him Laura, there's a good girl." She shuffled towards her husband. "Is there something that you want Rob to see, Laura?" She nodded , came right up in front of him, within inches of his face. "Smell me, Rob. You know that smell so well. You wanna see me, Rob?" " Fuckin' 'ell, Laura. What you been up to? " She turned round, bent at the waist. The mini dress hem rose, to expose the single strap of the thong. "I can't move the strap Rob. You do it. You move the thong strap to see and feel how wet your whore of a wife is. Go on big boy!! " He reached out, moved the strap sideways over a buttock and slid his fingers across her. She quickly looked round behind her, still with her wrists cuffed together. "Don't you dare put your fingers in me. You hear, sweety? This is for my new man. He says he's gonna fuck my brains out. You can't do that, can you Rob? Eh? Tell me! Tell me you can't fuck me, and who should. Speak!!!" I didn't want a bust up. But Laura was in full flow and only she knew where this was going. In a meek voice, the hefty rugby player uttered his words. "Your Rob isn't allowed to have you, my darling. This is not Rob's day. Just once a month, Rob can have his lovely wife. Your new man is going to use you, Laura. He made you like this, so he gets his reward. Rob knows it's going to happen. " "Good boy, Rob, " she snarled. "He's going to ride me, Rob. Ride me, as much as he likes. Go to the window...and watch!!"