Yes, he looked down at her. She was definitely getting off on being treated this way. It was different for her, he imagined that Daniel would have mostly been very respectful towards her. Although it seemed that had changed a little with the cuckolding fantasy of late which of course led her to being here. It still bemused him how women liked being degraded and led, commanded. Despite decades of Feminism there was still something intrinsic to them. They wanted this. To be used, to be a source of amusement and pleasure. Even if it meant their own humiliation or discomfort.<br/><br/>Go figure!<br/><br/>She had another giggle at her husbands expense, if he wanted to fuck her tonight, what would she say to him? Would she be too sore or worn out and make an excuse or just give herself to him out of guilt? Would he notice she was looser? That she might be more experimental, depraved even? Oh to be a fly on the wall for that!<br/><br/>Spitting in someone's mouth seemed so wrong and yet what was a kiss? Was it not a mutual sharing of saliva? Funny how in one way it was romantic and nice and by another delivery method it was considered wrong and sick. He waited and watched, she could of course get up anytime she wanted, he would hardly stop her. Yet he knew, he knew that she felt obliged to remain on her knees until told otherwise, she was willing to bargain rather than demand. It was all part of that female submission.<br/><br/>"Good girl. I knew you would" he smiled down on her as she opened her mouth for him.<br/><br/>He bent over a little, after moving the shower head so his spit wouldn't wash away. And gave her a good wad of spit into her waiting mouth. "Now, just let it sit there a while, I want to see and enjoy it. That does look good, oh you have done well today baby" he said to her.<br/><br/>"Ok, now swallow then you can get up and we can dry ourselves off" he added. "You can finish me off on the bed then we can chat or order lunch" he explained to her. It was still very early although he could not see the time.