After that everything changed from my wife's point of view. While I'm not sure if she had been unfaithful to me in the past she was making pretty obvi...us that she was completely within her rights to go out and get fucked by a real man (her words obviously). I guess one of us should have called it quits and divorced but frankly her being out more and more just enabled me to spend more and more time on my porn addiction. The incident with my wife really brought it home to me that I was a sissy.. I moved to sit in the sofa as my husband looked at me, as I sat down I pulled my skirt up and spread my legs, my knickers had long gone.“Look at your filthy wife’s gash, I’ve fucked two black guys in a car park, both had their massive dongs up your dirty wife’s hole at the same time.Look how red and swollen it is, spunk is still dripping out” I said.My husband got up from his chair and moved across to me, undoing his zip as he did.He knelt on the sofa beside me and pulled my head down on to his. Then as we had to close up we got up and she kissed me. My hands went and caught her tight and played with her tits over her clothes. This was the start of our love life. One day she said that her brother was looking out for a match for her and that she would not marry out of her caste. I told her that you already know I am married and cannot marry you so no problem and if she wanted she should stop but she made it clear that she wanted fun and as I was older could be her guide as whenever she. Not yet,” he growled softly. “But I would like to show you.”“Oh lord.” Lane said softly, staring into his eyes. “I am most definitely in trouble.”Carol arrived only moments after Lane left, the feeling of her parting kiss still warm on his lips. Seeing the smile on his face, and that he wasn’t wearing a shirt, Carol raised an eyebrow and cocked her head, smiling at him.“Nice evening, Doug?”“Very, though that hickey on your neck tells me that yours was ... nice too.” He said, grinning up at.