"I was stunned. How could she think that it would be so simple to get our lives back together and go on? How could she be so damned confident that I w...uld forgive and forget, when she hadn't given any explanation, or apology for what she had mistakenly done to me, to us? How could I ever forgive her for letting herself be led by some creep to the point of obviously enjoying fucking other men in a gangbang in front of a tied up helpless husband? I had a lot of questions, and she had done nothing. I know how hard it's been, but you can do it." "I'll try," I said. "You'll succeed," she said, and then once again she was that ten-year-old girl. "You have more faith in me than I do," I said. "I am you, Tanya," she said and then was gone, her words an echo in the crackling of the fire.+++ The sun was streaming in through the bay window when I woke up. I sat up, trying to stretch out the crick in my neck from sleeping on the couch. What a strange dream. Or was it a dream at all? I felt odd,. Damn, but she was pretty. As good looking as any porn queen or centerfold. Currently she was a blonde but she had started darker, kind of mousy hair like mine, dishwater blonde somebody told me, and had so far tried a dozen shades - I liked the redhead best and told her so.So I stood there in the doorway looking at her and felt my big cock filling rapidly. I had relieved myself when I awoke with an iron-hard erection as I usually did, but now it was coming up again. Not unusual but sometimes. The air around them was thick with the aroma of their savage fucking.“Thank you,” she purred, falling back onto the bed.“You’re welcome,” he whispered. “It seems you needed that.”“I was in dire need of a good orgasm or three.”“Clearly,” he said, sitting on the bed, “and it was four. But tell me, why do you want to leave?”“I hate this fucking village.”“Why?”“Well for one,” she began, rolling onto her side and propping her head on her bent arm and hand. “I want to experience the world beyond the.