Prior to Manchester I had been just a foolish, unfaithful wife with an accidental ‘bun in the oven’ and whose cuckolded husband was prepared to le... things carry on.Had I now become something different?Or had something that had always been buried deep within me now been released? Whichever it was, I was not the same woman I had been before.And what about my marriage? How could a comprehensive fucking by a stranger make me feel even more in love with my husband? I unquestionably did!Most. " I haven't even started yet," she retorted. "You and your macho bullshit have pissed me off for the last time. You think I'm through with this? You have no idea what humiliation is, yet. But you will," she grinned. "First, though, don't you think you should call in to work? You certainly can't go like that, and you don't want to lose your job."That thought hit me with a shock. It was Friday! I couldn't go to work, but neither could I call in. My voice, as I had established, was now. But for today she would require a pair of panties. Ultimately he settled on a small black lace thong that he knew would fit snuggly. Pulling the blankets from the bed, he began helping her into the thong. Halfway up her thighs, the alarmed sounded causing her eyes to flutter open. She barely acknowledged his actions as she whimpered pleading for 5 more minutes. Lifting her hips, he had the thong in place. Kissing just above her knees he whispered, “No, no my love. Wake up! I need you.” He was. I still had not made eye contact with my black daddy when he climbed onto the bed and straddled me. He leaned down pressed his face against mine. I could feel his breath as he nibbled on my ear lobe, and then he started kissing my neck. As I relaxed and opened up to him, he worked his lips around and down behind me. I felt his kisses down the small of my back, then he grabbed my panties with his teeth as he slid them down. By this point I was humping myself into the bed, and my sissy clit.