I had never thought of Ursula’s time with Cynthia as somehow cheating on me. Oh no. That had always been clear from the start. Ursula loved Cynthia....I was her man friend, her male candy. I was the Master she claimed to need to fulfill her submissive nature. But I always felt that our male/female relationship was exclusive, once we had become an item. I was her man. Do you understand? Perhaps not. But I understood it. Now something was changing, taking a new spin in our lives. I was to find out. Stephanie’s parents, who had already paid for the reception, were especially sour at having their daughter double-stuffed in front of hundreds of guests by older men they were never even introduced to.The groom could not spot his bride in the procession, only the back of one of his "best man’s" tuxedo. Once they stepped up the stairs and rotated, he saw the radiant redhead he fell in love with… the left side of her face anyway.The ceremony was as traditional as could be outside the fact that. It so sexy to see it hard for me. I look his eyes and lick and kiss his belly and down. Nice smell of man. His dark, very dark, skin now sweat and sexy. I wanna get his cock really hard to fuck me. I lick it and his balls too. He is trimmed—nice! Then I begin suck it and I gotta open really wide, and he pushes up and my head goes down and up on his dick. (Honey, I wish you see me!) “Oh yeah, baby, you suck me so good…. You really good little cocksucker” Turn me on more so hear. Quite quickly hewould cum inside me, which I took as a compliment of sorts, but it didleave me a little high and dry and sexually frustrated for the rest ofthe day.We did manage to keep our hands off each other long enough for businessto flourish and soon it was clear we would need secretarial staff.That's when we hired Jane and Holly. This not only put an end to ouroffice sex, it also made me aware of Nick's wandering eyes. I was notthe only one now who wore nice tight skirts, blouses, nylons.