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"Tell The Truth"

I found this web site by clicking on the Internet Explorer Address History. I found it very interesting that there are web sites about this interest for jackets. I have only been married for just over a year and my Husband has never mentioned any think about it. I had to find out if he was keeping something from me. We have a great marriage and I didn't want any thing to come between us. Because he is the only other one that uses our computer, I must have been him.

Because we do not have any jackets like this in our house I had to find something. I told my girl friend Cindy that I was going hiking and if there was something I could borrow. She offered me her Down Vest and some Nylon wind pants. On the way back home I stopped at an outriggers shop called Trail Blazers. They had some big nylon puffy ones and a sailsman said that they were Nuptses. I picked up a men's Large blue jacket. The sales man asked me if it was for my husband. You could say that and I gave him a smile. He seamed interested in the fact I was purchasing a men's large jacket. So I put it on and shopped around the store for a wile. It was a mile big, but incredibly warm and comfortable.

That night I asked Jim if he had any desires or if he wanted to try anything new during for play. He smiled and said what do you have in mind? I though Great, Is he going to be surprised. I waited till Jim was in his Boxers and told him he had to go down to the basement play room. I walked down the stairs behind him. He entered the room, turned around and said what’s going on. I walked behind him and handcuffed him with a pair of Fetish Love-Cuffs. The furry kind. Were they came from is another story. I told him to kneel down and I placed a sleep mask on him as a blind fold. I whispered in his ear, you are Going to Get Interrogated! He said O My God. What are you up to! Quiet I said. First question, do you have any Sexual Fetishes. No he said. I asked if he was telling the Truth He said, I would never keep any thing from you Sandra. He actually seamed nervous. I am going to get the Interrogator I said and Left the room turning off the lights. With no windows down there, it gets real dark.

I went upstairs in the hall closet were I was hiding the new jacket. I striped down to nothing and pulled Cindy’s wind pants on. They felt cold at first. Then her Blue puffy vest. Then I realized I had forgotten to take the tags of the Nuptse jacket. O well Jim will just have to wait a little longer. As I was removing the tags I noticed that the jacket had a hood so I pulled that out. Pulling the jacket on I walked into the bathroom to see what I looked like. I let my long hair down over the jacket; it had up in a pony tail all day. Looking in the mirror, I wished I had a ski mask and some leather gloves. O well it will have to do. I could not move a bit without making loud swooshing noises. It was time to go down to the playroom were the victim was .

I left the lights off as I slowly walked down the basement stairs. I sat on the large sofa till my eyes became acclimated to the darkness. I new he heard the sound I was making. Very nervously, he said, what are you doing? Quiet I said, I am the interrogator who is going to get some answers out of you. I got up and knelt down behind him getting as close as possible without contact. I said, Now is there something you would like to tell me or should I torture it out of you. Suddenly I could hear his hart racing. I was relieved. I was on to something big. He leaned back to get a feel for what I was wearing. I pulled back away to tortur him. I began moving my arms up and down the jackets making slow swooshing noises. He started asking if I was on the computer. I stopped him and said Quiet! I will do the talking.

There was no turning back now. I was going all the way. How long could I keep from hugging him and making him loose control. I could see that I was making him rock hard. Enough was enough, I asked if he had any fetishes and laughed. He played along saying, what are you talking about. I pushed him against the sofa and hugged him around the neck. I started smothering him with the arm of the jacket. The nylon covered legs trapped his against the floor. I touched every inch until He lost it. He yelled O My God and fell limp against the sofa. O Jim, I forgot to tell you, I bough you a jacket on the way home today! Ha hahah Please tell me the truth for now on. I am your wife.

Sandra

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