I laughed quietly to myself as I made my way to the bedroom. It was onlya year ago that I was thinking that our lives had become so boring, oursex lif... almost non-existent. Divorce was a thought that often played inmy mind.Then I came home early from work one day and found him sitting at thecomputer wearing one of my dresses! I was furious. How could this man Imarried want to wear my clothes? After a lot of yelling, a lot of tears,and a lot of talking I decided to give him one chance. And I am. Bunny appeared to have grown dramatically over the summer as well. She came in the door wearing shorts and a crop top, and I couldn't help but appraise her with a practiced eye. The adorable brunette had developed adolescent titties, a shelved out ass, and a distinct pubic arch. I could only hope she hadn't caught me fixating on it during my first few moments of pleasant discovery.My wife went to bed early, and my son Jimmy was on an overnight of his own at a friend's, so it was just the girls. The other was much longer – the head and a good few centimetres of shaft poking its way through. A few stokes with my palm across the top of the smaller one’s head and, as expected, is jetted white, creamy and think cum all over my hand. It wasn’t the first time I had had cum on me. I had jerked a boy a little older than me after my school day a few weeks beforehand. But this was the first real man’s spunk and I had to taste it. It was salty and thick – nice but not as I would have liked. I saw. I started crying, because I knew what this meant. This meant that Alexander would become king. And a king has no time for a peasant girl, especially not someone who all the time throws him into the dirt and drags his hair.I threw myself at him — I wanted to hug him, but I did not know how to give him one. I punched him, pinched him, and kicked him. I screamed my lungs out. The only one I loved was going to leave me.Somewhere in my outrage I slumped down to the ground and I wrapped my arms.