Turning the tables

"So now what shall we do?"

Grace asked me after we just had this incredible sex after I told her all about the conspiracy. She was very keen to hear about my spoiled cousin and what she did with "Pervy Percy" how she started to call him. I had to tell it to her three times....and then things went outright crazy. Sex-crazed to be precise...

I was growing more and more fond of my re-discovered wife and her darker sides. Especially when she was laying there in our bed, yeah we finally made it to our bedroom yet fucking through the whole flat before..., just in tigh-highs and high heeled pumps with this impish grin on her sweet face. She was already up to something.... "poor" Percy. With this ally I was sure I coul beat the whole world.

Looking at her I asked sheepishly:

"I guess you are not refering to another round of this awsome screwdriver..." Of course she was not hinting at more sex at the moment, yet I had to try anyway.

"No..." she smirked and winked at me, which told me that she understood that I was joking.

"...I thought about Pervy and his little friend Margo. For some reason this trap sounds really tempting although I know its one...." I wanted to interupt her yet she just gave me the kind of look that tells you that you better listen to the whole idea.

"...I am not saying we should go there. No, I am not that curious. At least not before we set up a little trap ourselves...."

"You mean..." I started yet kissing me she interrupted me

"Yes I mean we set up a trap for Pervy Percy and see how he likes this himself. Then we go to this Opera thing...potentially with him on a leash..."

Wow, I knew that Grace had been reading through some of the more advance stuff BDSM and things like that...yet until recently I had not imagined that she was capable of coming up with things like that.

Looking at my alluring and devilish corrupted wife I could feel my prick growing:

"Agreed, now for that blowjob you promised me earlier..." I said presenting my spear to her