It had been without doubt the most important sexual experience of my life; a completeness of surrender, a profoundness of joy and an intensity of arou...al that had transformed me into the real woman I now was.Sadly, however much I loved William and despite trying for a baby once again, it looked unlikely ever to be matched by any copulation with my husband.A wave of sadness and dissatisfaction washed over me. Tears began to roll down my cheeks.I had been lucky; I had cheated on my husband –. It was almost midnight, and it seemed like the last train for the day. I got in a cabin, which was completely empty apart from me. The next station was when I first saw her. And my God what a fucking beauty. She was wearing a tight bode hugging sundress with black stilettos. Her make up was on point, with mascara done perfectly and blood red lipstick covering her full lips. And her eyes. She seemed she was wearing lenses but I didn’t mind. Blue eyes that you could stare into for days. She was. I had to wait two weeks until her next visit to her mother’s house before I could check the tapes and see what was on them. I was totally and utterly in shock. I could not believe what I was seeing. This was not the woman I had known before I went to prison and certainly not the woman I had married ten years ago. This was a complete slut and a whore. The more I watched the worse it got. It seemed like she was having sex with almost every black guy in the apartment complex. I was hurt and. I only had my undies left."Stand up and turn around. Your back to us. Yeah great. Now slowly pull them down." I could hear the camera shutter clicking away quickly. My dick was rock hard and pointed up."Now turn around. Slowly . Yeah slower. Nice. "My erection slowly came in to view to the to women. I heard a collective in take of air. I saw two women with rather large grins looking at my footlong cock. "Fuck you could have said your hung like a horse." Said the photographer. Samantha's jaw had.